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The Unusual Song

How unusual should I be?
I'm as odd as odd can be,
I'm as weird as a buzzard's beak,
All too strange and quite unique,
Mis-aligned without a care,
Professed to sell my underwear,
Not too smart, no sense of smell,
Repeating words like "What the hell!"
If you ask me the time of day
I'm likely to say, "Just go away,"
Do I know my right from wrong?
No!   I tell you.   Let's sing this song:
I am weird
I am weird
Truly awful
Full of fear,

Pinioned, minioned
Hoopla kiss
Love is better
Than a piss.



Words: Glen Wheeler
Vocals and Guitar: Dan Cushing
Background Bird songs: Vancouver




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