Munch on your Pie

Well I'd rather see you fed, little Ping,
Than to run outta juice again!
Capacitors are bled, little Ping,
And your amperage descends!

You better munch on your pie while you can, little Ping,
Eat the slice in your hand, little Ping,
Get your operational span
To extend'a, little Ping.

Well you know that I'm a nerdy guy,
And I was born with an absent mind,
And I can't spend my whole life
Trying just to keep you up on-line.

You better munch on your pie while you can, little Ping,
Eat the slice in your hand, little Ping,
Get your operational span
To extend'a, little Ping.

Pie is just the filler
That is geared to make you tick,
Bought from Anna Miller's
By a psycho gamer chick.

You better munch on your pie while you can, little Ping,
Eat the slice in your hand, little Ping,
Get your operational span
To extend'a, little Ping.

I'd rather see you fed, little Ping,
Than to run outta juice again!
Capacitors are bled, little Ping,
And your amperage descends!

You better munch on your pie while you can, little Ping,
Eat the slice in your hand, little Ping,
Get your operational span
To extend'a, little Ping.
Wai, wai, wai,
Wai, wai, wai,
Wai, wai, wai,
Wai, wai, wai,

(apologies to the usual victims)
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Run For Your Life
The Beatles


Well I'd rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl
Or I won't know where I am

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end'a little girl

Well you know that I'm a wicked guy
And I was born with a jealous mind
And I can't spend my whole life
Trying just to make you toe the line

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end'a little girl

Let this be a sermon
I mean everything I've said
Baby, I'm determined
And I'd rather see you dead

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end'a little girl

I'd rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl
Or you won't know where I am

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end'a little girl
Na, na, na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na

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