Larry Lightning |
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When this man |
Bent down for his glove |
On a rainy day |
Got struck from above |
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He was hurt |
And his hair was fried |
All his clothes were burnt |
Others thought he died |
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Now when he's had his fill |
And when his anger builds |
He shows his extra skills |
It's true |
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It's Larry Lightning |
It can be frightening |
His butt is tightening |
As the bolts shoot out of his hole |
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On his own |
As they all avoid |
All the people know |
Don't get him annoyed |
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Now when he's had his fill |
And when his anger builds |
He shows his extra skills |
It's true |
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It's Larry Lightning |
It can be frightening |
His butt is tightening |
As the bolts shoot out of his hole |
|
It's Larry Lightning |
It can be frightening |
His butt is tightening |
As the bolts shoot out of his hole |