"We Ran Out of CD Space"

(Music: Grant - Lyrics: Grant, Key)

What if the world was made of glazed donuts?
You've would be like, "Man, that's fucking sweet, I can't believe the world's made of donuts!"

What if the world was made of hot pockets?
You would be the first one to be eaten in survival situations.

What if you're thumb roared like a dinosaur?
What if you peed out of your nose?
What if your face was shaped like Mexico, or bacon bits, or Texas and Hawaii?

What if the world was made of other worlds
combined into a world
just like the world you started with?

What if another world then ate the world make out of donuts
making all the donut people pissed?

What if your face was made of bumblebees?
You would be like, "Dude this really sucks, I do not want a face made out of bumblebees."

What if you dad was made of rainbows?
You would be like, "OMG that's lame. I want a dad made out of ninja robots."

What if your pool was filled with applesauce?
What if a hot dog was your tongue?
What if you mouth was filled with broken glass
and FIRE ANTS
and three meat jambalaya?

What if you tried to build a spaceship with a cannon
that shoots crocodiles at everyone you hate?

And what if those crocodiles could shoot heat-seeking killer bees ensuring that there would be no escape?

What if your room was filled with lots and lots of puppy dogs?
You would be like... (stupid cutesy sounds)

Where do the squirrels go during hurricanes?
What if your butt was on your chest?

What if guitars could squirt out sour cream, and nacho cheese,
and pure sulfuric acid?

What if the world---

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