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Lyrics

[Intro] Dual Core! Rockin' a little harder now, yeah! [Verse 1] The name's Carl (Carl), Brutananadilewski Rollin' two deep, too wicked in my 2-seat I live in a house by the Aqua Teen kids With oil in the driveway that looks like Gee Whiz Faces or brains? It's not important Call into Terry for black market organs Or cosmetic surgery if you're packin' extra baggage Be sure to ask for the Supremo package Me and 6-4, we know rappin' Bringin' Meatwad if the beef start scrappin' I babysit dolls, see what I teach em All sorts of badness, I didn't even feed 'em Late night booty calls, need no rehearsal That's information that you get in a commercial Pool out back, and now that it's settled I haven't done a thing about the PH levels Yeah I wrote that, it's called "I Wanna Rock Your Body" And then in parenthesis it says "To the Break of Dawn" That's beautiful, is that poetry? [Chorus] C - A - R - L Home all alone, won't come out of his shell C - A - R - L Got a pool in the back, but this ain't the hotel C - A - R - L Reppin' New Jers', sorry bout the smell C - A - R - L Listen up, kids, I got a story to tell [Verse 2] The name's Carl (Carl), I was bald as a kid And worked overtime on asbestos gigs Lived with my dad, my Christmas - bad My gift was some carpet that wasn't even shag Super spore episode, I'm the head honcho Giving self-help tapes to Travis of the cosmos 401k, and it's really helpin' Arms ripped off by the fake Willie Nelson Do or die, who am I, failed out of junior high Suicide, pro when I flow with the Mooninites Foreigner belt, no need for a gun They stole all my stuff, tried to sell me the sun You're hot blooded, check it make it hot I don't need no instructions to know how to rock Sent right back in a hurry to lift off I put the smack down on Err and Inignokt Wait a second, is that from the '83 tour? Yeah, I saw those guys in the Metal Lands with Brian Adams That was a kick ass show! [Chorus] C - A - R - L Home all alone, won't come out of his shell C - A - R - L Got a pool in the back, but this ain't the hotel C - A - R - L Reppin' New Jers', sorry bout the smell C - A - R - L Listen up, kids, I got a story to tell [Verse 3] The name's Carl (Carl), C to the B Giving 8-cent tips, seem pretty cheap Of course living next to the Aqua Teen freaks My property's destroyed every single week Eaten by termites and crushed by an egg so One time my house got stolen by a rainbow Each new thing is the strangest of all 9-1-1 stopped taking my calls Been clowned, been scammed, crushed my voyage My body was destroyed by Frylock's toilet A total re-Carl, turn the fear up With eyeballs for legs, my thighs will tear up Speakin' of tears there was once I cried When I lost Svetlana, my mail order bride If taken the wrong way, it might sound gay but Me and cup there were co-fiancées [Chorus] C - A - R - L Home all alone, won't come out of his shell C - A - R - L Got a pool in the back, but this ain't the hotel C - A - R - L Reppin' New Jers', sorry bout the smell C - A - R - L Listen up, kids, I got a story to tell [Outro] C! A! R! L! Listen up, kids, I got a story to tell Dual Core! I saw them in '85 at Madison square, and they kicked ass! Dual Core!