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Yer gun-metal grey
An' shiny, too
Ye’ve saved me so often
From havin’ the blues…
Ya fixes chairs
An’ ya fixes lamps…
Ya fixes mic stands…
An’ fixes amps…
Ya fixes things attached ta cars
Ya fixes rocket ships ta Mars…
Ye’ll fix eye-glasses in a pinch,
So’s that me peepers needn’t squinch…
So’s they’ll stay on me face fer the long drive home
Yer savin’ LIVES – sure as I’m born!
So let them scoff and let them sneer
And let me tell ya somethin’, here…
Oh, fine sticky stuff that I hold so dear…
In case I haven’t made myself clear…
Fer you, I ROCKS
An’ fer you, I ROLLS –
Duct Tape, baby…
Yer OUTTA CONTROL!!!
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