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Delightfully Dahmer

Every time his parents left the house
They thought their son was a timid little mouse
Little did they know of his fascination with the dead
Gleeful giggles with the dog�s severed head

Too many times was he left alone
In the creaking house with skeletons and bones
Summer daydreams of the other boys with their shirts off
Fantasies about to become true go pop

What can you do with a dead man�s hand?

Oompa loompa doompadee doo
He�s got another drizzle for you
Oompa loompa doompadah dee
It makes him smile when he plants his seed

He was known for his binge drinking spree
Our little boy picked a hitchhiker with glee
A trip to the house with a promise of good booze
Our little man used a dumbbell to let loose

What can you do with a dead man�s head?

Oompa loompa doompadee dah
Picking up strangers in the gay bars
He would live in necrolust too
Like the Oompa
Oompa loompa doompadee do

The bodies piled underneath his home
A mount of dirty and sticky white bones
And when his grandmother told our little guy to get lost
He found his place and started like a boss

What can you do with a dead man�s dick?

Oompa loompa doompadee doo
He got another hard on for you
Oompa loompa doompadah dee
Took it well when the cops got a lead

Oompa loompa doompadee dah
Take a little trip in police cars
He would take a broomstick soon
In his ass
Oompa loompa doompadee do