Rejected wedding songs, part II
Eat My Shorts, by Rick Dees
I peek at you, my stomach turns
I hate your guts
You turn to me and whisper
You're a stupid putz...
Eat my shorts
Yes, choke on polished cotton
Eat my shorts
Everything we have is rotten
Baby, oh baby,
I will see you in court
Eat my shorts
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