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I once knew a girl named Sassy Bridges. She would call my name three thousand times a Day. She was running 'round town burning bridges. Now my ride home's never quite the same. I once knew a girl named Sassy Bridges. And I swear unto you it's her God-given name. I told all her friends they're stuck-up bitches. And now my napkin's soaked with blood stains. The more you learn, the less you know. I'll bet everything is fine. I'll bet everything is fine. The more you see, the less you show. Oh yeah, everything is fine. This shit happens all the time. Oh yeah, everything is fine. This shit happens all the time. Whole family showered me with countless riches. Yet I'm in a bit of a bind, I Need much more than that. Maybe I could sell her cooking, Classy, tasty, delicious dishes. Then give my spiel about how it's Important. The less you see, the more you grow. I'll bet nothing is on time. I'll bet nothing's ever on time. The more you see, the less you show. Oh yeah, everything is fine. This shit happens all the time. Oh yeah, everything is fine. This shit happens all the time. I need something I can run. Oh yeah, everything is fine. This shit happens all the time. This shit happens all the time. I still know a girl named Sassy Bridges. And her voice comforts me, flying right through thin Air. Now I've taken time off work to protest her Wishes. But no one's ever around, Is there anyone there? Anyone there? The more you learn, the less you know. I'll bet you're all out of line. I'll bet you're all out of line. Tell me what would world if we with the Cheapest charm? The more you reap, the more you owe. Oh yeah, everything is fine. This shit happens all the time. Oh yeah, everything is fine. This shit happens all the time. Oh yeah, everything is fine. This shit happens all the time. Oh yeah, everything is fine. This shit happens all the time. Oh, Miss Bridges, sassy and sweet. Tell me what more could a young girl need? I've got a punk rock band called Love. We've got songs that consist of eight-bar sections, Dirty and brash. We've got a gig opening for The Clash. Everyone clowned us, sassy, oh, sassy. What makes a punk rocker treat you so nasty? Nothing to wear and a beer-stale drone. What makes a punk rocker act so tone? Velvet bones cause it's into Miss Bridges. Bit my tongue and I see nine stitches. Bitches and hoes always come to the shows. Popping sugar and butterscotch in their nose and it Shows. Bust a loose the hair like Ted Danson. Fetch up all the kitties and then on the Run for ransom. Burn all your bridges and then Build 'em back with plastic. Little old ladies making cookies for me lastic. Ha, and it don't stop there. Ex-bass players all out back there. Boom boom be doobie shanga lang booga wop. Kurt Hagadorn has himself big balls. Betcha makes you dizzy, watch the big wax spin. Turn it up to twenty, just a suggestion