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An' There Ya Go
It’s real simple. Really, I swear it’s omni-simple.
Ya take some of this an’ a lotta that,
and then you mash ‘em into each other.
Careful not to let some other things mess with them first stuffs I mentioned.
Ya keep mashin’ til they blend and mix a little,
an’ then ya smack a big ole somethin’ else atop it.
Careful not to let them afermentioned other things
tango up an’ rapscallalize the “big ole somethin’ else” I mentioned.
Ya follow? Here’s where it gets good:
Ya flip all that up and over and on top of itself like yer middle name be Flipper.
Ya tear it up in halves. Then, ya tear it up in halves. Then, ya tear it up in halves.
Ya take one of them pieces an’ spin it on uno of ya fingers like one of ‘em basketballers.
Feel me so far? It’s omni-simple.
Once ya spun it for ‘bout a few secs, all these halves-o’-halves-o’-halves gonna come flyin’ at it. Next thing ya know, ya got yourself one big ole somethin’-thatcha-didn’t-have-before.
Ya take all that an’ now ya gotta getcha self some of them other things.
Ya gotta make sure that them other things is got a couple differences to ‘em.
Once ya get them couple-a-different-things, ya gotta march with ya best friend right by you,
makin’ sure all them things I been talkin’ ‘bout is ‘bout six or twen’y-seven miles or meters away.
By and by, once you an’ ya pal get tired of all that marchin’, all them things...
is gonna come flyin’ straight attcha! Whappah! I betcha didn’t think that was gonna happen, huh?
An’ there ya go.
Ya done saved the world, foun’ true love, became rich, an’ done just what I said.
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