The Poopsmith, he could talk,
And Marzipan would rock.
And The Stick would be this big, ol' tree
That would try to eat everyone except The Cheat and me.
And the King of Town
Would be underground
In a box filled up with peas.
Bubs would give away flamethrowers
That shoot chocolate hundred-dollar-bills.
And my stupid baby brother
Would have been born with horns and a tail.
And Coach Z would wear this cool jacket
And Homestar just couldn't hack it.
And Pom Pom wouldn't change at all
Except he'd look like an ABA Basketball.
And this little weirdo
Would be a modestly hot girl
To help me through the hard times
You know, the kind that are only sorta hot,
So they don't mess around with other guys.
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