Stumpwork

Come here, you little party hat
 Let me squeeze you
 And do your hair
 Don't go over there
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 Chemical Brothers
 Fat Boy Slim's
 Peach Nut
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 Peach Nut
 
 I thought I saw a young couple clinging to a round baby
 But it was a bundle of trash and food
 Trash and food
 (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
 A ceremonial crawl-through
 Designed to keep toads off the roads
 Hot head
 
 You know you've been written down in the big book
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 And on their bin it said '189 MOTHER'
 You're just jealous of the star
 (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
 Crushed
 (Doo-doo-doo)
 I feel your approach
 All the hairs on my arm raise up
 Because you are wearing a fleece
 That has become electrified
 (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
 Whatever
 Whoa, I just killed a giant wolf
 Why are you revving?
 Are you enjoying yourself
 By doing nothing and staring at the wall?
 Busted
 What I really love is to not use something to its full capacity
 Not full power
 Half its potential
 Medium
 Roman remains
 I am not in charge of what I do
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 The only thing I could think to ask was
 "Do you like stumpwork?"
 (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
 (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)