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Tytuł: Pork soda

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Now listen up you know ya come home from working that nine to five and
   lay yourself down on burgundy couch, you know, it never really was
   burgundy. It was red, and you painted with the goddamn sprinkler and
   now you have bits and pieces of burgundy stuck to your butt every time
   you get off of it. You never tell your family, you never tell your
   family because, you know, ol' Junior, he's got no brains, and what can
   you do? What can you do?
  
   CHORUS
   Grab yourself a can of pork soda
   You'll be feeling just fine
   Ain't nothin' quite like sittin' 'round the house
   Swillin' down them Cans of swine
  
   Ha ha ha! Yes, Dad's an idiot alright!
  
   Well, alright, I'm really starting to worry about you. You had to have
   that two-car garage with the large driveway so you could park that
   goddamn boat in it. If it wasn't for the boat (blah blah blah)
  
   CHORUS
  
   I like Kansas wine...
  
   Well, maybe it's something simpler, like your team lost or your
   girlfriend used to be a guy, you know, I don't know. I mean...(blah
   blah blah)