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    You know that song you like, here is some new lyrics

    Back a few months ago I was Mike Average,
    I'd eat normal plain grub,
    Till one day when I dined in a Taco Bell place,
    Now here I am trash diving
    In back of that Taco Bell place
    In a dumpster where I don't squelch,
    Stuff cayenne peppers inside me,
    While chalupas are making me belch..

    Aah..that's what I say, "Aah"
    As I feed my addiction more, and chili my cup

    I think of my past life..

    And wonder and ponder how I went wrong
    Now I know how it feels to be alone,
    As my taste buds fulfill
    Hot desires that clangor my gong..

    Oh, Lord, it's hard not to rumble
    When you're bloated with Mexican mass
    My abdomen growls with a grumble,
    From flatulence trying to pass..
    Nobody seems to like me,
    Since this hot salsa habit began
    Oh, Lord, it's hard not to rumble,
    Or to keep all this gas in my can..

    I used to have a girlfriend,
    Swept a sweet Spanish maid off her feet
    Till she packed her clothes and left me,
    So much spicy salsa I eat
    Lost a sister, a neice, and my mother
    From the hot fumes while living with me
    Don't dare to visit my brother,
    He's recov'ring from nose-ectomy

    Oh, Lord, it's hard not to rumble
    When you're bloated with Mexican mass
    The abdomen growls with a grumble,
    It's flatulence trying to pass..
    Nobody seems to like me,
    Since this hot salsa habit began
    Oh, Lord, it's hard not to rumble,
    And to keep all the gas in my can..

    I guess you might call me a Junkie,
    A Mexic Depressive, well chowed
    I once had all the friends that I wanted
    But now, I'm dissed and I'm shunned by the crowd

    Ex-perts say that I'm "Eat-gotistical"
    With a need for hot seed in my genes
    Spend 24-7 just packing away
    Enchiladas and thick refried beans

    Oh, Lord, it's hard not to rumble
    When you're bloated with Mexican mass
    My abdomen growls with a grumble,
    From flatulence trying to pass..
    Nobody seems to like me,
    Since this hot salsa habit began
    Oh, Lord, it's hard not to rumble,
    And to keep all this gas in my can..

    Just can't keep all this gas in my can
 
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