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My brothers Peter Parker
My brothers Peter Parker
He always tows the line
He wears a skint tight costume
When he's fighting crime
He's not fathers for justice
But he's got that spidey feeling
After a bottle of rum
He tries to climb the ceiling
My brothers Peter Parker
He'll get inside your head
He'll snare you like a rabbit
He'll trap you in his web
He'll teach you to drive by day
and safe the world by night
The green goblins, causing mayhem
He's looking for a fight
My brothers Peter Parker
He loves his Mary Jane
She's left a trail of destruction
She's on her period again
My brothers Peter Parker
With a spider on his back
As he swings through the city
flashing his sweaty ass crack
My brothers Peter Parker
He's covered in spider bites
He's radioactive not attractive
He's not a pretty sight
My brothers Peter Parker
He's Mr ADI
Your find him strumming his g string
Under and apocalyptic sky
My brothers Peter Parker
He's got the keys to the city
He never leaves home without a carrier bag
Because his pants are always shitty
My brothers Peter Parker
And he'll drink you under the table
He's one in a million
and thats the end of this romantic fable
He always tows the line
He wears a skint tight costume
When he's fighting crime
He's not fathers for justice
But he's got that spidey feeling
After a bottle of rum
He tries to climb the ceiling
My brothers Peter Parker
He'll get inside your head
He'll snare you like a rabbit
He'll trap you in his web
He'll teach you to drive by day
and safe the world by night
The green goblins, causing mayhem
He's looking for a fight
My brothers Peter Parker
He loves his Mary Jane
She's left a trail of destruction
She's on her period again
My brothers Peter Parker
With a spider on his back
As he swings through the city
flashing his sweaty ass crack
My brothers Peter Parker
He's covered in spider bites
He's radioactive not attractive
He's not a pretty sight
My brothers Peter Parker
He's Mr ADI
Your find him strumming his g string
Under and apocalyptic sky
My brothers Peter Parker
He's got the keys to the city
He never leaves home without a carrier bag
Because his pants are always shitty
My brothers Peter Parker
And he'll drink you under the table
He's one in a million
and thats the end of this romantic fable
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