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This song contains the secret track 'God You Ain't Real' at the end, followed by a recording of an Oakland A's game
lyrics
I like, I like, A mocha latte
I wouldn't have it any other way
I lick, I lick, I lick a stamp and
Give it to the postman and he takes it away
A lot, A lot, A lot of people
Like to hear the ukulele get played
I strum, I strum, I strum a chord or two
I will drink a coffee and I'll mail a letter to my baby
Hawaiian Tropic
That's the sunscreen that I wear
God you ain't real
if you are
then just kill me right now
Man, it's all a lie
if you think
you go to heaven when you die
No! you just stay here and rot on this earth
You're never mad and the fire doesn't
burn
You're so happy and you don't even know it
You're all alone but your eyes don't show it
God you ain't real
if you are
than just kill me right now
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