Moon Pies, 5.17.08 (Original)

Last night, at the party,
You came, a little tardy.
Not drunk, not high,
You had a moon pie.
Moon pies, made of chocolate,
Don't fit, in your pocket.
Moon pies, made of 'mellows,
Don't jiggle like jellow.
Monday, at the mall,
Your friend, was very tall.
He's cool, I know,
'Cuz he likes, snow cones.
Snow cones, made of ice,
Can be, very nice
Snow cones, made of juice,
My dad's name is Bruce...

I wish you could hear it sung. It's really funny! Kind of Blink-182 with a little Relient k. Oh, and by the way, my dad's name is not Bruce...

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