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Let's break all of those goddamn Kinja rules Fat Person Man Fat Person Man Fat Person Man (3:29) Sheila You got to get rid of Dat fat person man Send him to French Guiana China or Japan Get him off of dis island Ders no reconcilin' Da rumours have already spread He don't leave dis island He lose his head I can't help it I just tell the truth Norman Now Sheila I can't do that Try and understand He's not just some drunk asshole He's my money man He's got banks in Nebraska And mines in Alaska His childish ways can be misread Sheila I'll say it one more time sir He lose his head I can't help it, I just tell the truth Norman Now Lester's really harmless Sheila But Hippolyte's a threat Norman Whole life here in Kinja Rests on this Tilson fete I can't have a beheading Or any blood letting Oh Sheila tell me what to do Sheila Stick to do dat fat person Like you be glue Norman I will keep him on the beach at the barbeque Lester I can't help it I just tell the truth Up on the Hill Up on the Hill Up On The Hill (4:11) We come from a long line of lenders Who get rich just exploiting you spenders But now we just manage our blenders Up, up, up on the hill It helps to be charming and funny Have cute names like Binky and Bunny But the main thing's still oodles of money Up, up, up on the hill Up on the hill we are the big cheeses Up on the hill we own the cool breezes Top of the heap Is where we know we belong Up on the hill above the confusion Up on the hill we live our illusions Up, up, up on the hill Marmalade mansions beneath cloudless skies Breathtaking vistas that baffle your eyes We're passing our days in a rare atmosphere Sun, sea, and stars, and warm breezes all year Our blood is decidedly blue-ish We're leery of anything newish And or course, darling, nobody's Jewish Up, up, up on the hill Up on the hill we are the big cheeses Up on the hill we own the cool breezes The top of the heap Is where we know we belong Up on the hill above the confusion Up on the hill we live our illusions Up, up, up on the hill Up, up, up on the hill Way up, up, up on the hill Domicile Domicile Domicile (0:37) The Hill Crowd God rest ye merry gentlemen Let nothing you dismay With Kinja as our domicile There's so much less to pay We pay our taxes here The IRS is far away Domicile is our comfort and joy Comfort and joy Domicile is our comfort and joy Funeral Dance Funeral Dance Funeral Dance In Amerigo, Carnival was as hallowed as Christmas itself, perhaps slightly more so
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