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°¡¼ö: Gravy Train!!!!


His life was a breeze
Just one thing left to appease
Wanna give that bottle a squeeze
and look just like Charlize?
But these times are so hard
Must do more than lay in the yard
To look like a Belize postcard
or a reality star
But this story¡¯s tragic
You don¡¯t turn orange by magic
You could do it solar like Rick
or stick your ass in a thick
tank full of darque waves cuz it¡¯s the latest craze
Do it for forty days,
get accused of wearing blackface-oh!
DARQUE TAN, HE¡¯S A FAN! DARQUE TAN, NO MORE WAN!! DARQUE TAN, IT¡±S HIS PLAN!!! DARQUE TAN, CHILDREN RAN!!!!
I knew it was a bad idea when he got into that bed
I never knew it would come to this
¡®til he looked at me and said
I wanna get a tan! Uh-uh!!
I wanna get a tan!! Bad idea!!!
I wanna get a tan!!! I don¡¯t think so!!!!
I wanna get a tan!!!! TOO SCARY!!!!
(Repeat chorus)
And now he¡¯s dead,
I¡¯ll never see him again
He turned orange, then he turned red
No one wins in the end
Then he died,
his face was fried
In the booth all that¡¯s left is a tooth
He turned red,
then he turned dead
Listen and learn...or you, too, will be burned.

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Darque Tan
Gravy Train!!!!



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