| Dead Dave |
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| Look he's on the porch, in his chair (Hello !) |
| Putting on a corpsey show |
| Flakey and with wirey hair |
| Like he isn't really there |
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| Oh Dead Dave, he comes, he fiddles with his bum |
| Dead Dave, he's there, he's in his underwear |
| They all want to be his friend |
| He's with you until the end |
| That's Dead Dave |
| Dead Dave |
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| Now he's on a towel, at the beach (Yoohoo !) |
| Rotting right in front of you |
| Full of decomposing gas |
| Firing from his leaky ass |
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| It's Dead Dave, you see, fantastic company |
| Dead Dave, he glides and see him on the slide |
| Corpsey and his name is Dave |
| Should be resting in his grave |
| That's Dead Dave |
| Dead Dave |
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| See him on the moon in a dress (Hello !) |
| Swimming at the lake, what a mess (Uh-oh !) |
| Now he's lost an arm, playing chess (Oh no !) |
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| Back together now, more or less (let's go !) |
| Out there in the field, with crows |
| Perfect as a royal guard |
| Losing juice and turning hard |
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| Yes Dead Dave's, the best, at rotting in his vest |
| Dead Dave, it's just, he's turning into dust |
| Slowly composting away |
| Perfect for a rainy day |
| That's Dead Dave |
| Dead Dave |
