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Uncle Bernie's FarmSong ratingsNot rated yet. Lyrics
There's a bomb to blow your mommy up
A bomb for your daddy, too A baby doll that burps and pees A case of airplane glue A hungry plastic troll To scarf your buddy's arm A box of ugly plastic things Marked UNCLE BERNIE'S FARM. There's a little plastic Congress There's a nation you can buy There's a doll that looks like mommy She'll do anything but cry. There's a doll that looks like daddy He's a funny little man Push a button and ask for money There's a dollar in his hand... We've got to send Santa Claus Back to the Rescue Mission. Christmas don't make it no more. Don't you know that murder & destruction Scream the toys in every store . . . There's a man who runs the country There's a man who tried to think And they're all made out of plastic When they melt they start to stink. There's a book with smiling children Nearly dead with Christmas joys And smiling in his office Is the creep who makes the toys. We got this car, when it hits the wall You can see the guy dying inside Got the little plastic puddles of blood, Plastic intestine stuck back into his stomach, Sound effects, brass knuckles, '39 Chevy, etc. etc.
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