Wheatables on the Road (yodeling opera house remix v2)

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ra-rank g-gulls in a to-toot wheel house nut junk sack nut butter m-mud back fat no ga-gah gah gut slap in duh hooouse on duh hill where they jump around, j-jump around all d-day long and do jump-around jumping jacks while they eat apple snacks with a man named Jack who sees visions of glory when he spots the great war that hits the planet just 15 light years away from his home on planet B-babblings. Babbling babble hut, shut duh nut, oh ga-gah gah gah, yodel-ay-hee-hoo, I see you, how we go, we la-la-la, cha-cha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yodel-ay-ee-oo, yip-yip yodel and I see you in a tree with a little rubber duckie and you sing about the moon and the sun and where we all come from and it stays very funny, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yodel-oo-dlee-aye, in an orange house with a dollar store hamster speaking multiple languages as you drink from a plastic bag. Bag up the drink in the sink for the loon on the toon ship, l-lapper stank, wheedle, s-sucked flap. Flap-flap-flap it goes, flappity flap flap in dat place where duh men go ga-guh gah gah guh, gah-guh gah, yodel-dee-doh. Gah guh gah guh gah, keep back off my wheatables (yeah, the cereal, it's pretty good and no you cannot have some, it is just for me, off limits, no one else but me can eat my wheatables, they are mine, I get them specialty made at the wheatables factory where a man named Thomas helps me load wheat into a large metal conveyer belt and I watch the wheat go down into a grinding tro-trough and it shapes into cereal that lands in the shape of my face and they look exactly like me so when I eat them I feel the full power of consuming myself as a wheatable and the guy, Thomas, remember him? He has three wives and 5 extra large adopted adults at home who all work at the local tire store where they put other non wheatable related foods on the table to eat as they are not allowed to eat wheatables like I mentioned earlier.
wheatables on the road, road in the sinkhole
cereal in the crack, crack in the sinkhole
And also, again, if you're still listening the family all works at a local tire store in the middle of a busy downtown intersection that fills with stray dogs that can speak and when the dogs speak they talk of magical lands far far away where dogs run governments and the dogs say it is a lot like here on planet Blabalon but much more smelling of dogs. But anyway, back to the tire store, where the wives and children work. Y-you see at this particular tire store there is a mascot named Timmy the Tortise who is a real tortise who dresses like a man, a very large man called Toot who passes out free tire samples in the lobby to people who think of getting their tires replaced due to the many shards of metal and glass that lie all over town by the insane lady who owns a bird and pillow store on 5th street who goes insane due to having a breakdown over her husband who runs the local bait and bread shop and 7th street well he cheats with the mayor and the mayor tells the whole town and then the insane lady goes all insane and goes to a place where they sell metal and glass shards and she buys a bunch of them and then pays a local corrupt cop to spread all the shards on the roads and the cop works with the family at the tire store and splits the profits. It is absolutely incredible how they all get away with it too, for 15 long years the town never suspects a thing and even gets used to the metal and glass shards that stay in the roadways constantly.
wheatables on the road, road in the sinkhole
cereal in the crack, crack in the sinkhole
However, the craziest part about it all is just one year after the 15 years, a sink hole opens up and Satan bursts out, juggling flaming bowling pins made of pure chaos, screaming about overdue library books and the secret recipe for cosmic potato salad. He then tries to toast a marshmallow, but it explodes into a confetti of existential dread, powered by a stick carved from the wisdom tooth of a forgotten god, found behind a haunted dumpster at a forgotten mini-golf course where time loops backwards every Tuesday, right when the barber on 3rd street gives haircuts to sentient garden gnomes who trade socks for secrets of the universe, all while a dog named Ruffy, who only plays tennis in exactly 72-degree rain, frantically tries to file his taxes to avoid becoming mayor of a society ruled by overly dramatic squirrels, causing everyone to spontaneously combust into glitter and regret.
wheatables on the road, road in the sinkhole
cereal in the crack, crack in the sinkhole

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ra-rank g-gulls in a to-toot wheel house nut junk sack nut butter m-mud back fat no ga-gah gah gut slap in duh hooouse on duh hill where they jump around, j-jump around all d-day long and do jump-around jumping jacks while they eat apple snacks with a man named Jack who sees visions of glory when he spots the great war that hits the planet just 15 light years away from his home on planet B-babblings. Babbling babble hut, shut duh nut, oh ga-gah gah gah, yodel-ay-hee-hoo, I see you, how we go, we la-la-la, cha-cha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yodel-ay-ee-oo, yip-yip yodel and I see you in a tree with a little rubber duckie and you sing about the moon and the sun and where we all come from and it stays very funny, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yodel-oo-dlee-aye, in an orange house with a dollar store hamster speaking multiple languages as you drink from a plastic bag. Bag up the drink in the sink for the loon on the toon ship, l-lapper stank, wheedle, s-sucked flap. Flap-flap-flap it goes, flappity flap flap in dat place where duh men go ga-guh gah gah guh, gah-guh gah, yodel-dee-doh. Gah guh gah guh gah, keep back off my wheatables (yeah, the cereal, it's pretty good and no you cannot have some, it is just for me, off limits, no one else but me can eat my wheatables, they are mine, I get them specialty made at the wheatables factory where a man named Thomas helps me load wheat into a large metal conveyer belt and I watch the wheat go down into a grinding tro-trough and it shapes into cereal that lands in the shape of my face and they look exactly like me so when I eat them I feel the full power of consuming myself as a wheatable and the guy, Thomas, remember him? He has three wives and 5 extra large adopted adults at home who all work at the local tire store where they put other non wheatable related foods on the table to eat as they are not allowed to eat wheatables like I mentioned earlier. wheatables on the road, road in the sinkhole cereal in the crack, crack in the sinkhole And also, again, if you're still listening the family all works at a local tire store in the middle of a busy downtown intersection that fills with stray dogs that can speak and when the dogs speak they talk of magical lands far far away where dogs run governments and the dogs say it is a lot like here on planet Blabalon but much more smelling of dogs. But anyway, back to the tire store, where the wives and children work. Y-you see at this particular tire store there is a mascot named Timmy the Tortise who is a real tortise who dresses like a man, a very large man called Toot who passes out free tire samples in the lobby to people who think of getting their tires replaced due to the many shards of metal and glass that lie all over town by the insane lady who owns a bird and pillow store on 5th street who goes insane due to having a breakdown over her husband who runs the local bait and bread shop and 7th street well he cheats with the mayor and the mayor tells the whole town and then the insane lady goes all insane and goes to a place where they sell metal and glass shards and she buys a bunch of them and then pays a local corrupt cop to spread all the shards on the roads and the cop works with the family at the tire store and splits the profits. It is absolutely incredible how they all get away with it too, for 15 long years the town never suspects a thing and even gets used to the metal and glass shards that stay in the roadways constantly. wheatables on the road, road in the sinkhole cereal in the crack, crack in the sinkhole However, the craziest part about it all is just one year after the 15 years, a sink hole opens up and Satan bursts out, juggling flaming bowling pins made of pure chaos, screaming about overdue library books and the secret recipe for cosmic potato salad. He then tries to toast a marshmallow, but it explodes into a confetti of existential dread, powered by a stick carved from the wisdom tooth of a forgotten god, found behind a haunted dumpster at a forgotten mini-golf course where time loops backwards every Tuesday, right when the barber on 3rd street gives haircuts to sentient garden gnomes who trade socks for secrets of the universe, all while a dog named Ruffy, who only plays tennis in exactly 72-degree rain, frantically tries to file his taxes to avoid becoming mayor of a society ruled by overly dramatic squirrels, causing everyone to spontaneously combust into glitter and regret. wheatables on the road, road in the sinkhole cereal in the crack, crack in the sinkhole

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