So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make
All my fantasies come true
So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ is Jackhammerin' Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole with a lawn dart
As Garth Brooks gives birth to somethin' resemblin' a
Cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus's tummy-tum?"
The priest wore black on the seventh day
And sat stone-faced while the building burned
I waited for you on the running boards
Near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned
Slowly into autumn
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