10-23-02 - 9:07 am
a man in his mid 40s sits picking his nose with one hand, and reading Fortune magazine with the other. irony.
you've never eatin paper
so your tounges never written
or read the story of the man
who didnt give a damn
bout his world or the land
bout his mom or his dad
bout the stars and the sand
rubber band man chew me a song
rubber band man take me along
rubber band man yeah youre my friend
rubber band man sing my song
fiddle dee dee fiddle dee dee
the fly has married the bumble bee
now get on your knees and ask your king
to buy you a lexus n diamond rings
peppermints are sweet less you eat them with a wound
now run to the man n he'll heal ya real soon
rubber band man chew me a song
rubber band man take me along
rubber band man yeah youre my friend
rubber band man sing my song
so hang your head n fake a smile
like all of you do all the while
i smile on the inside so its real
dont you wish you could feel how the rubber band man tells you to feel?
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