When I look at your face I see dirt; All the sunshine you blow up my ass starts to hurt; And I don`t really mind if I`m nothin` in your eyes; It`s no surprise to me; There`s a rocket I built; It`s under my kilt; It`s coming to blow you away.
 
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I was a jerk; I did the work for somebody else`s dream; I took the chance; I lost my pants; in somebody else`s dream tonight.
 
Now you`re calling me up to get paid; And if you don`t get paid then you`ll never get laid; But I really don`t have any money; I say goodbye; And you`ll have to depend on your size; There`s a rocket I built; It`s under my kilt; It`s coming to blow you away.
 
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Now I think that I`m going to bed, as the image of you and yer crap leaves my head; Cause it`s t-minus 20 tomorrow, rocket flies; And it doesn`t depend on the size; There`s a rocket I built; It`s under my kilt; It`s coming to blow you away. 
 
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