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Joined: Nov 26, 2005
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Rot, rot, rot rot. It's a plot, plot, plot, plot.
We’re the Wickersham Brothers. We're on to your plot.
Pretending to talk to Rufus who are not.
It's a deep dyed evil political plot.
Pretending your talking to Rufus who are not.
We’re the Wickersham Brothers. We’re vigilant spotters.
Hotshot spotters of rotters and plotters.
And we’re going to save our sons and our daughters -from you.
You’re a dastardly, gastardly, shnastardly schnook,
and you’re trying to brainwash our brains -with this gobbledygook!
(spoken) We know what you’re up to, pal.
You’re trying to shatter our morale.
You’re trying to stir up discontent...
(sung) And seize the reins of Tiki Central.
You’re trying to throw sand in our eyes;
You're trying to kill free enterprise;
And raise the cost of Tiki and Mugs;
and wreck our compound interest rates.
And shut our schools, and steal our jewels,
And even change our football rules;
Take away our garden tools,
and lock us up in ves-ti-bules!
...But for-tu-nate-ly, we're no fools.
We’re the Wickersham brothers. We know your type!
And we're putting a stop to this trickulous tripe
We’re the Wickersham brothers; we're squashing your plot.
There'll be no more talking to Rufus... who are not!
There'll be no more talking to Rufus who are not!
There'll be no more talking to Rufus who are not!
There'll be no more talking to Rufus...
-no more talking to Rufus... who are not!
beezlenut! beezlenut! Rah, Rah! beezlenut!!
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