I can’t get rid of this rap:
“…F-R-E-E, that spells free
creditreport.com bay-bee.”
It makes more sense than THIS one:
“Fab five Freddy told me everybody’s fly,
DJ spinning, I said, My, my,
Flash is fast, flash is cool
Francois sepa flashe no deau,
and you don’t stop, sure shot,
You go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car
And you drive real far
And your drive all night
Till you see a light
And it comes right down
And lands on the ground
And out comes the man from Mars
And you try to run
But he’s got a gun
And he shoots you dead
Then he eats your head
Then you’re in the man from Mars
You go out at night and you eat up cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns, too
Mercury and Subaru,
And you don’t stop
You keep on eating cars
Then when there’s no more cars
You go out at night and you eat up bars
Where the people meet, face to face,
Dance cheek to cheek, one to one
Man to man, dance toe to toe
Don’t move too slow
‘Cause the man from Mars is through with cars,
He’s eatin’ bars
Yeah, wall to wall
Floor to floor
Hall to hall, he’s gonna eat ‘em all
Rapture,
Be pure,
Take a tour,
Through the sewer,
Don’t strain your brain,
Paint a train,
You’ll be singin’ in the rain,
Baby, don’t stop
Do punk rock”
And it goes on, but I can’t remember it all! (Praise God, although I’m sure someone out there will kindly supply the last verse…

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