If you give me two nickels I'll give you a handjob
If you expected me to say dime it didn't work
So you bust a smile while I work the jerk
I make faces at trout all wired to the mesh
And once they reach sentience I scramble their brains
Because we can't let intelligent trout rule the world
So you be the boy and I'll play the girl
Whisky Trout Song
Oh dear brown trout
I must let you out
I can't live with my emotions
When I feel a doubt
I been drinkin' warm whisky
With a yearbook from high school
If I had a gun
I'd end my fucking life
But you are a trout
Who's peered into the future
And even though the store's gone
We might get some furniture
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