"Yeah, well I sing like an amputee though."

"Why? "

"'Cause can't hold a note, can't carry a tune."

Knock knock Mr. Rogers it's Mr. McFeely

I've brought you a letter Speedy Delivery

Well Mr. McFeely if there's postage due

You can go fuck yourself like Captain Kangaroo

I can go to land of make believe and I can pretend

But in the end, I still have no friends

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Mr. Rogers, I like your cardigan sweater

Mr. McFeely shut up and give me my letter

I don't want to talk to you don't you understand?

Why are you inside my house? You're just my fuckin' mailman

I can go to land of make believe and I can pretend

But in the end, I still have no friends

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You can go to land of make believe and you can pretend

But in the end, you still have no friends

You can go to land of make believe and you can pretend

But in the end, you still have no friends

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You are my best friend too

I share the same views and hardly ever argue

Eat Spam from the can watch late night C-Span

And rock out to old school Duran Duran

Your best friend is you I'm my best friend too

I share the same views and hardly ever argue

Eat Spam from the can watch late night C-Span

And rock out to old school Duran Duran