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Malachi Crunch I Hate The Itching Co-Op California On a dark Tuesday evening sitting in my lair Warm smell of zuchinnis rising up through the air Downstairs in the kitchen I heard the clanging wok My palms grew sweaty and I peed my pants It was almost 6 o'clock There I stood in the bathroom I heard the dinner bell And I was wondering to myself If I was in some kind of stir fry hell Then I got up the courage and I got me a plate There were people screwing in the room next door Looks like they would be late Welcome to the Coop California Such a messy place (such a messy place) Plenty of food at the Coop California Every kind of bean that you've ever seen The agenda items were listed, it was an open forum There were a lot of people in the house, but we couldn't get quorum But we still called it a meeting, we didn't abort Each officer took their turn giving a 30-minute report So I called up to NASCO Hey we're in a bind And they said you haven't paid your member fees since 1989 And still that refrigrator is smellin from far away Oh man I just can't wait For work holiday... Welcome to the Co-op California Such a messy place (such a messy place) Plenty of food at the Co-op California What a nice surprise it's beans and rice! All of a sudden it hit me, I got a weird sensation And I said We are all just prisoners here of cooperation And in the house accounting The treasurer had been slack They disconnected our electricity And we just couldn't get it back Last thing I remember I was feeling pretty lame I put on my second wool sweater And started to complain Relax said my housemate Sure this place is a mess The food is bland and the bills unpaid But we've still got house incest |
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