Well, he stiched and he slaved
And he slaved and he stitched
Until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his Workbench »
"Otto Titsling" Mud Will Be Flung Tonight!
by Bette Midler
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than Jesus Christ.
Forgive my humble abode Rotting bodies clogging the commode Please pardon the stench and the trunk of a man lying on the Workbench »
A Body Farm The Harvest Floor
by Cattle Decapitation
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of morning,
Otto arose from his Workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds first
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!
Exhausted but »
Otto Tisling 3 for One
by Bette Midler
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paid us back By making us yesterday's men Sure as hell By making us yesterday's men
The machines now are silent, the workbenches bare And there's dust »
Yesterday's Men Act Two
by Celtic Thunder
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