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If I was a dolphin
Wouldn't worry 'bout getting paid
Flipping 'round the water
Would I still try getting laid?
And if I was a dolphin
I could make silly noises all day
Swimming 'round Miami
Would I star in a dolphin play
I want to be a dolphin
Swimming through the sea
I could go
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And take a little dolphin pee
I want to be a dolphin
Let Ace Ventura rescue me
I could go
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And grow a big ol' dolphin tree
If I was a dolphin
Would a start a dolphin ska-punk band
Dooting on that saxophone
(Doot-doo-doo-doot-doo)
Would I ever miss having hands?
And if I was a dolphin
I'd still hate the dolphin cops!
Writing ACAB on the seafloor
Would I pelt them with some old flip flops
(BANG! BANG! BANG!)
I want to be a dolphin
Swimming through the sea
I could go
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And take a little dolphin pee
I want to be a dolphin
Let Ace Ventura rescue me
I could go
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And grow a big ol' dolphin tree
Who's goin' dolphin huntin'?
We's goin' dolphin huntin'!
Who's goin' dolphin huntin'?
We's goin' dolphin huntin'!
Who's goin' dolphin huntin'?
We's goin' dolphin huntin'!
Cut a motherfuckin' dolphin up!
(RIGHT?!)
I want to be a dolphin
Swimming through the sea
I could go
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And take a little dolphin pee
I want to be a dolphin
Let Ace Ventura rescue me
I could go
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And grow a big ol' dolphin tree
I want to be a dolphin
Swimming through the sea
I could go
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And take a little dolphin pee
I want to be a dolphin
Let Ace Ventura rescue me
I could go
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
And grow a big ol' dolphin tree
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Boxcar
01:51
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You're not punk, and I'm telling everyone
Save your breath, I never was one
You don't know what I'm all about
Like killing cops and reading Kerouac
My enemies are all too familiar
They're the ones who used to call me friend
I'm coloring outside your guidelines
I was passing out when you were passing out your rules
One, two, three, four
Who's punk, what's the score?
Got a friend, her name is Boxcar
Cigarettes and beer in El Sob
Her hair was blue, now it's green
I like her mind, she hates the scene
My enemies are all too familiar
They're the ones who used to call me friend
I'm coloring outside your guidelines
I was passing out when you were passing out your rules
One, two, three, four
Who's punk, what's the score?
You're on your own, you're all alone
You're all alone, you're on your own
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