Before the Yetis attacked
Looking for razors to shave their backs
There was the lone space ranger;
Who took some LSD
And fell in love with the weed eater
Now they drive a three seater
For the baby on the way
They had to throw the coupe’ away
And that overgrown saucer
Who knows? Maybe the drone washer too
Well what is known is;
The baby doesn’t like it
When mother cuts his hair
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