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I packed my tummy with three steaks tonight Ten dinner rolls and some yams And my stomach is ti--iii--ight, as Linda's face my friends I scraped my plate so much it wasn't right It's a familiar case Of my huge appetite
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time Till I can loose my belt again and find I've got some room left down there after all Oh no no no I've got to log it, man Log it man, squatting 'hind this big old tree alone
Bars are the kind of place to take a piss Well in fact it's gross as hell But there's someone there to clean it ... if you miss And all this hygiene I don't understand I'm just a slob, seven days a week A log it man, a log it man
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time Till I can loose my belt again and find I've got some room left down there after all Oh no no no I've got to log it, man Log it man, squatting 'hind this big old tree alone
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