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  • Title: The Bad Vibe Merchant
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Lyrics

On Utopia Parkway
Drank Schaefer in the shade
With your mother watching over us
We drank beer in the shade
But vampires cannot be photographed
Somebody told me
Do you have to go to work
Do you have to go to work
I am not in possession, of all of the facts
Well your best friends of the moment
Are beating you at midnight
And the bad vibe merchant is hanging on the phone
He can make a butter rum
He can make an ice cube melt
He can make your teeth go chatter
He can do all this and more
I am not in possession, of all of the facts
I am not in possession, of all of the facts
I am not in possession, of all of the facts
I am not in possession, of all of the facts
Hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm