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"The Man with the Big Nose, Who Knows"
Like a car on a motorway
Its always coming at you !
Like a fucked sundial
It keeps perfect time.
Beleve me
I've heard it all before!
I may have the nose
the size of the equator. ..
But who else do you know who can
Use there nose
as a cliteral stimulator?
It's not the only part of my anotomy
That grows and grows and grows.
It's like french kissing
A deceving pinocchio
Underneath the mistletoe.
Like my Indian name
I guess it must remain,
As big as my feet
And as large as my elbow,
Striking from a distance
Reaching for somthing,
I'm The man with the big nose,
who knows...
...Absolutely Nothing!
Its always coming at you !
Like a fucked sundial
It keeps perfect time.
Beleve me
I've heard it all before!
I may have the nose
the size of the equator. ..
But who else do you know who can
Use there nose
as a cliteral stimulator?
It's not the only part of my anotomy
That grows and grows and grows.
It's like french kissing
A deceving pinocchio
Underneath the mistletoe.
Like my Indian name
I guess it must remain,
As big as my feet
And as large as my elbow,
Striking from a distance
Reaching for somthing,
I'm The man with the big nose,
who knows...
...Absolutely Nothing!
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