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I REGRET EVERYTHING (2008)
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Hey little boy, got me an idea,
We gonna get rich, gonna get outta here
We gonna go buy us a honey-dew,
I’ll eat half, the other half’s for you
Save them seeds, Scrape them all out,
Save them seeds, Dry ‘em all out
Then we gonna wait for them melons to grow
It’s the new cash crop, forget tobacco
Wait for them money-melons to bloom
Son, our profits are about to boom!
Fortune and glory, that’ll be our story
In the meantime, gotta get us a truck,
It’s an investment – gonna pay the big bucks
We’re also gonna build a birdhouse or two,
To guarantee our troubles are through
Walnut bowls! Wicker shit!
Sea shells made to look like little people!
Load the truck when the fruit’s ripe
Pack 'em in full, Pack ‘em in tight
Then we gonna drive on down the highway
We’ll have some melons to sell that day
All our customers will love the birdhouse
And I guarantee they won’t do without
Pot holders! Lawn Ornaments!
We’ll find a niche, We’ll find a need
We're gonna be rich, With melon seed
Novelty salt and pepper shakers!
We’ll sell out all our inventory
And rush home to tell the story
And then we’ll retire when the season ends
Thanks to the birdhouse and all our melons
Fortune and glory, that’ll be our story
Whattya say . . . partner?
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