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