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The adventure of Seagull man part 1
Turd missiles falling from the sky
On the enemies as they run and cry
Another saved person lives another day
Temporarily safety today
It's down to the Seagull man
With his side kick, a flying squirrel named Stan
Crime is happening everywhere
Evil Kebler elves taking over, it's not fair
Vampires are caught in the middle of it all
While the leprechauns make a phone call
The battle has caused a war
As the pirates rob another liquor store
Seagull man has to rally the team
A nightmare that was once a dream
The elves are trying to own every tree
For their cookies that also have ecstasy
Killing and stealing as they please
Stan sadly See's and agrees
Perhaps it's time to have a meeting in the bat cave
The place is big yet cheap, close to seven eleven precious time they save
Larry the kangaroo lost his pogo stick
As he went to get a pizza, it was gone like the lock very quick
Freakin elves mumbling he said
I won't rest until those midgets are dead
In the distance of resistance
The lines of good and evil are drawn in a instance
Drums are pounding before the first move
As the jazz band is playing nervously yet very smooth
On the enemies as they run and cry
Another saved person lives another day
Temporarily safety today
It's down to the Seagull man
With his side kick, a flying squirrel named Stan
Crime is happening everywhere
Evil Kebler elves taking over, it's not fair
Vampires are caught in the middle of it all
While the leprechauns make a phone call
The battle has caused a war
As the pirates rob another liquor store
Seagull man has to rally the team
A nightmare that was once a dream
The elves are trying to own every tree
For their cookies that also have ecstasy
Killing and stealing as they please
Stan sadly See's and agrees
Perhaps it's time to have a meeting in the bat cave
The place is big yet cheap, close to seven eleven precious time they save
Larry the kangaroo lost his pogo stick
As he went to get a pizza, it was gone like the lock very quick
Freakin elves mumbling he said
I won't rest until those midgets are dead
In the distance of resistance
The lines of good and evil are drawn in a instance
Drums are pounding before the first move
As the jazz band is playing nervously yet very smooth
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