The FuMP

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Hot dog buns, scrambled eggs, Chicken wings and turkey legs, In our stew, in our stew. Puppy toes, kitten tails, Twenty different kinds of snails, In our stew, in our stew. Cottage cheese, rotten peas, Seven nests of bumble bees, Angel hair, underwear, Photographs that feature Cher. Ostrich breasts, treasure chests, Million dollar business vests, In our stew, in our stew. Lemon juice, ice cream cones, Twenty-seven old trombones, In our stew, in our stew. Floppy disks full of files, Slimy skin of crocodiles, In our stew, in our stew. Lima beans, collard greens. Fifteen tattered pairs of jeans. Giant frogs, bumpy logs, Hair from old grey mangy dogs. Buttered toast, old pot roast, Half of Sonny Bono's ghost, In our stew, in our stew. If this recipe we have for you is making you too queasy, Then you can leave the kitchen right away. But if you think this recipe is going to be easy, Then take a seat and listen up to everything we say. Pizza crusts, apple pies, Crispy deep-fried butterflies, In our stew, in our stew. Plastic cups, candy canes, Rusty old electric trains, In our stew, in our stew. Wooden gates, paper plates, Half a pair of roller scates. Chocolate cakes, cherry shakes, Scales from baby rattlesnakes. If these things make you sick Then you better throw up quick ... ... ... In our stew, in our stew.

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