And, for those who cannot understand my mumbling....
Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go
AI-XVI’s awaited
Still got shit to do, and places to go, oh
AI-XVI’s awaited
So get to the airport, get on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry, it’s going to be inane
I cleaned the fucking hot tub, let’s hope it doesn’t drain
Oh no oh oh oh oh
So get us to the golf course. Get us to the lanes
Hurry hurry hurry, this rhyming is a strain
I’m desperately looking for something more germane
Oh no oh oh oh oh
Just put me in my bath robe, where the fuck's my do
Hurry hurry hurry, I'm covered in tattoos
I can't control my blogging, I can't control my spew
Oh no oh oh oh oh
I'm putting out the doormats, getting out the chairs
There's 700 posters, and no one really cares
I can't stop singing Gordon, Kathi's pulling out her hair
Oh no oh oh oh oh
Just put me in a wheelchair, get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry, before I go loco
I can't control my fingers, I can't control my toes
Oh no oh oh oh oh
Ba-ba-baba, baba-ba-baba, AI-XVI’s awaited
Ba-ba-baba, baba-ba-baba, AI-XVI’s awaited
Ba-ba-baba, baba-ba-baba, AI-XVI’s awaited
Ba-ba-baba, baba-ba-baba, I need to be sedated
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