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Huge
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Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge

I got that crank trippin
Babe, shoot
I got that grape kool-aid filled swimming pool
I got those Roomba robots that clean the floor
I got that mother of pearl oyster fork for sure
I got that Tammy Faye milk money butterscotch
I got that Mama Cass, you know
I got that Peter Tosh

I got it all
Yes its true&
So why dont I get you?

I got that Bob Fosse
I got that Joey Ramone
A bag of Bill Murray
Damien Hirst Telephone
Check out that gold-thronged studded alligator leather
Digital-video picture frame of us together
I got that honey-dipped tennis wear just for play
I got the sun to set, you know
I always got sorbet

I got it all
Yes its true...
So why dont I get you...

Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge

I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that

Brand new Lincoln playin PM Dawn
With the DAT-player minidisc CD-ROM
Book collection with an autographed James Joyce
Bio-diesel dirigible, ba-baby its choice
Double Dutch dinosaur duplex in Dubai
Ill be there with my friend the Sultan of Brunei

I got it all
Yes its true
So why dont I get you&

Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge
Audacity of huge

I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that
I got that