exact syllable matches

wrote the

book on it

a dozen

books on it

sticks in its

bourgeois skin

 

bulldog clips

What blockhead

cooked all this

You

could call him

lawful, the jury

could convict

Glad you

could drop in

So we

could guard it

anything that

could harm it

help we

could not give

share and

could not kill

that he

could not miss

why he

could not quit

that reason

that they

could not win

then Riff

could solve it

clock I

could squat in

But nobody

No one
the world

could stop him

and nothing

but nothing

could stop it

it with a ten-

foot chopstick

subjects, a true

football king

Diagram of a

doing on the

football pitch

 

full tosses

them to become

good artists

he's in a

good college

lingo, every

good cop did

see get a

good flogging

That is

good logic

Not much

good on it

a bloody

good pop quiz

You're

good, Crockett

get my

hook on him

the male physique--

hooked on it

like a language

plus logic

was I

pulled off it

remote areas of

that remained was

pure logic

over and

push on it

 

put on frills

legal restrictions

stuff you
taste to
what to
worst interpretation
you may

put on it

and

put on sticks

 

put stock in

a writer

puts on him

you, the

Rooks are sick

I

should call him

We

should call it

Somebody

should stop him

Who

should walk in

all kids

should watch it

where they

stood on things

old dudes

sure are weird

That'll for

sure stop it

about knots and

wood carving

 

wood carvings

 

wood garlic

placed the

wood on it

, No Problem,

Woodstock Ill

heal people

would are sick

Glad you

would drop in

No, you

would not fear

what ye

world I

would not give

but you

would not quit

which they

would not sink

few he

would part with

Why

would Rollins

over there

would solve it

anyone that

She

would want it

shirt, I

would wash it

I

would watch it

 

yod dropping

 

YOU'RE ALL PIGS

 

You're all weird

know just why

you're calling

ballpark of what

you're charging

world out,

you're locked in

 

You're locked in

But

I know

you're not him

one, and

you're not his

type, and

you're not it

cabin, and

you know

you're on it

 

You're Scottish

and now

that's why
You're scared,

you're stalling

You stink, and

you're starving

Lloyd,

Now

you're talkin'

And

Now
the gun while
to pot while

you're talking

a disgrace and

you're varmints

I know

you're watching

with 1 extra syllable

Sufi shrine of

Dawood sahib

They

us patiently to

endure hardships

all things,

things and

endures all things

two of her

scheduled call-ins

with 2 extra syllables

The House, the

Brotherhood austere

bits, just prime,

colourful garbage

 

peckerwood sawmill

 

peckerwood sawmills

with a

platypus on it