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40 orange cookies, some are black and some are whiteWhat would it take to make them all turn out just right?40 orange cookies, sittin' on my bedOne took off, the others followed, went straight for my head[repeat above verse]Here we goWell, (?) for fifteen hours, out in that fieldTell me now how do you think that piece of metal feels?Well, I've seen myself scattered on the roadYou drive over but you don't even know40 orange cookies40 orange cookies40 orange cookies40 orange cookies, not a pleasant thoughtChuck Hoffman a.k.a. Ozob the Guru Of Mean-Spirited Hijinxozob@iastate.edu
40 orange cookies, some are black and some are whiteWhat would it take to make them all turn out just right?40 orange cookies, sittin' on my bedOne took off, the others followed, went straight for my head[repeat above verse]Here we goWell, (?) for fifteen hours, out in that fieldTell me now how do you think that piece of metal feels?Well, I've seen myself scattered on the roadYou drive over but you don't even know40 orange cookies40 orange cookies40 orange cookies40 orange cookies, not a pleasant thoughtChuck Hoffman a.k.a. Ozob the Guru Of Mean-Spirited Hijinxozob@iastate.edu