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Living in a Crazytown where the roads are made of butter

The sidewalks all have bread crumb tiles

And the buildings are made of rubber.

We never just walk down the street, we slide and slip along

In Crazytown we eat our shoes with jelly

With some caffeine that’s nice and strong.

There is no breakfast no lunch no winner chicken dinner

There are no saints or good guys here

But you can always be a sinner

There is no bad there is no good in Crazytown we have no rules

You watch out, pick up, lift up, flop out

There’s no education and no schools

There’s only crazy, nothing more and nothing less

If you want to get to Crazytown

You’re crazy, more or less.

-Mayor McCheese of Crazytown

 

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