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THE KING AM I & THE CHOCOLATE BROWN THUNDER
Here I sit, amid the gases
Wearing nothing but a pair of dark sunglasses
The throne it's oh so cold
But the movement, it's pretty bold
I am stuck here
365 times a year
Sometimes it's pretty volitile
And sometimes it takes a long while
Today I feel like I'm going into labor
Shhhh!
I don't want the noises to wake up my next door neighbor
Ooooh, it burns so much
Even for the soft paper to gently touch
I ask myself "What is this brown funk?"
Perhaps I've been eating too much junk
But I tell you one thing.....
It feels good to finally take a whiz
But even better after I drop off the Cosby Kids!