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The Eagles

Hotel California

On a Trent Reznor Friday... Cool-Whip in my hair
Corndogs and burritos, rising up through the air
Starting guard for the Pistons has never met Bobby Knight
My bread was levened and my beard was trimmed...
I have a slight overbite
I've never seen all of "Porkies," or owned a Packard Bell
And I was thinkin' to myself,
"If I could breakdance, man that would be swell."
Then I beat up a Chancellor, and I sprayed him with mace
You could hear them down the corridor... playing Ace of Bass

Welcome to the hotel. Now, to porn ya.
It's a rugby place. Here's my cello case.
There's plenty of room at the hotel. Now, I'll warn ya:
You can have a beer, but you'll lose an ear.

Her mom is Tiffany's sister. She quotes from mid-eighties bands
"Do you know NSync or Backstreet Boys?" "Well, that depends."
Bagger Vance is a retard. Sweet, smelly fat.
Some "Dance Fever" members haven't gotten past that.

So pulled out the Pac-Man. Beat through it just fine.
I said, "I haven't got my nipple pierced since 1969."
And still those oysters are crawlin', so flog away.
Made you burp in the middle of a fight... just to hear them say...

(chorus)

(break)

Pickles on the ceiling. I think Amway's all right.
and she said, "we are all just Presidents... here, have a fudge delight."
and in the pastor's manger, they'd rather have roast beef.
They cut it with their silly knives but they just can't cut the meat.

Last thing I remember... I was running door to door.
Knocking as I passed them by, then I'd hide behind the porch.
"Relax," said the nightgown, "we are clothes used to conceal."
You can shuffle any time you like, but you can never deal.

(guitar solo til fade)