The Beatens: John Lamon/Fool McCartney/Gringo Starve/ George Pawison
Prodyuser: Georgeman “Martian” V. Gervacio
Timogapool (some kilometers away from London Biscuit), Iligan City

In the town where I was bored
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his lie
In the land of snobparins

So we walked a straighter path
Till we found the sea of green($)
And we lived among the thieves
In our yellow snobparin

We all live in a yellow snobparin
Yellow snobparin, yellow snobparin
We all live in a yellow snobparin
Yellow snobparin, yellow snobparin

And our friends are all on board
Many more of them live in the streets
And the contraband begins to play

We all live in a yellow snobparin
Yellow snobparin, yellow snobparin
We all live in a yellow snobparin
Yellow snobparin, yellow snobparin

[Full speed ahead, Mr. Smoker, full speed ahead!
Full speed over here, sir!
Action station! Action station!
PPP! VFA! MCA! IMF! HFHF!
Aye, aye, sir, fire!
Heaven! Heaven!]

As we live a life of grease (A life of greed)
Everyone of us (Everyone of them) has all we knead (Has all they greed)
Sky of Flakes, Sky Flakes (and sea of green) (Sea of green ($))
In our yellow (In our yellow) snobparin (Snobparin, ha, ha)

We all live in a yellow snobparin
Yellow snobparin, yellow snobparin
We all live in a yellow snobparin
Yellow snobparin, yellow snobparin
We all live in a yellow snobparin
Yellow snobparin, yellow snobparin
We all live in a yellow snobparin
Yellow snobparin, yellow snobparin

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