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You murdered your father

You married your mother

You rascal

You're my kind of guy

Your aunt is your sister

Your uncle's your brother

You rascal

You're my kind of guy

When you were a baby

They tried to persuade me

To take you

And leave you to die

I just couldn't do it

I tried but I blew it

Let's face it

You're my kind of guy

The gods are ticked off and now someone must pay

The gods are ticked off and now someone must pay

The plague of this town

Will be hanging around

'Till you leave here

Now don't ask me why

So if you vamoose

You will turn us folks loose

And you'll always

Be my kind of guy

The gods are ticked off and now someone must pay... olé

The gods are ticked off and now someone must pay

The things you have done

Well they must have been fun

You're a rascal

You're my kind of guy

But someone must suffer

And listen here, buster

You know that

It ain't gonna be I... ay ay ay ay ay I

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