I worked on a garbage skowl
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near the Neutral Zone
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and I'm sure you've heard,
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what occurs
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When a fella is alone
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Well, I was mighty lonely there
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till I met a man named Jones
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and he sold me a muff,
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covered in fluff
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so I wouldn't have to
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spank my bone.
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So grab your self a tribble
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and then you're good to go.
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If you've got enough
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quadrotriticale
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you'll have an endless
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supply of hos.
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I grabbed myself some vaseline
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and slathered up my pole
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But the trouble with these tribbles
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They're fuzzy and they're cute
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but I can never find the hole.
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They're fuzzy and they're cute
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but he can never find the hole!
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That mate there is Scotty,
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he's our chief engineer.
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and he's never had a ho
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cause most don't know
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he's queer as Vulcan beer!
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I caught him with some tribbles
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I said 'man are you dumb?
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Hear my song, you're doing it wrong'
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he was shoving them up his bum!
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Get your self a tribble
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and then you're good to go.
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If you've got enough
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quadrotriticale
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you'll have an endless
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supply of hos.
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I grabbed myself some vaseline
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and slathered up my pole
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But the trouble with these tribbles
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They're fuzzy and they're cute
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but I can never find the hole.
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They're fuzzy and they're cute
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but he can never find the hole!
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Klingon captain Koloth
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He's mean as he is shrewd.
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And on shore leave, he got us peeved
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because he's very rude.
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We beamed all of our tribbles
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to Koloth and his crew
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but from the yells we couldn't tell
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Just who was raping who!
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Get your self a tribble
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and then you're good to go.
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If you've got enough
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quadrotriticale
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you'll have an endless
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supply of hos.
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I grabbed myself some vaseline
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and slathered up my pole
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But the trouble with these tribbles
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They're fuzzy and they're cute
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but I can never find the hole.
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They're fuzzy and they're cute
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but he can never find the hole!
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Bones says these critters are all pregnant when they're born.
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I had just one now I've a thousand maybe more!
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I've got so many now, I know just what to do
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I think I'll start an interstellar heavy petting zoo!
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I was on K7 when I saw Mr. Jones
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And I gave him what for and said what's more,
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I'm here to pick a bone.
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That tribble that you sold me,
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it didn't have a hole to screw.
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"You dope," he said, "You don't screw them!
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You let those things screw you!"
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So get yourself a tribble
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and then your good to go.
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If you have enough quadrotriticale
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you'll have a dozen of them in your hole!
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Grab myself self some Vaseline and
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slather up my rump.
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'Cause the nice things bout these tribbles
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they're fuzzy and they're cute
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and you can put em in your bum
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They're fuzzy and they're cute
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and you can put em in your bum.
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So go back to your quarters
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and on your bunk you lay.
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You hope and pray that on our way
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we pass a bird of prey
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Tribbles hate the Klingons
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they really make 'em go.
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They get irate and they vibrate
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up in your heiney hole!
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So get yourself a tribble
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and then you're good to go.
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If you have enough quadrotriticale
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you'll have a dozen of them in your hole!
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I grab self some Vaseline and
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slather up my rump.
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The nice things bout these tribbles
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they're fuzzy and they're cute
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and you can put em in your bum.
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They're fuzzy and they're cute
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and you can put em in your bum.
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These tribbles boldly going, up in your frackin' hole!
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The Trouble
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Voltaire |