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PHISH lyrics : "The Mango Song"

Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees
Slander on wrap paper ties
Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes


Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please
Ramble while slop scraper sighs

Tossing in his bed at night he'll dream until he dies

Operations at the sink

The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes
Feels it tilt and start to slide


Mask a pretty hopper's foot with squeeze cheese
Dangle some grape apple pies
Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies


Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway


Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway


[All three verses superimposed upon one another]

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