T.T.T.O. Gelt - Lipa
Young and old
They’re always told
Never have bread that has mold
And they’re right, listen to them, otherwise you will get
hurt
Then they you meet
On the street
A piece of bread they will not eat
They would rather sit on the ground eating up the dirt
You try to explain
The bread is plain
There’s nothing wrong, don’t be insane
They’re always eating spelt,
They’re always fressing spelt,
They think they’ll be dead, if they eat bread
So they’re just eating spelt
A stomachache they felt
When with bread they dealt
So now all day, they fress away
Eating disgusting spelt
But they don’t realize
That when they eat fries
It has the same curse
If not worse
Although fries you can take
And get no stomachache
It is what kills you
You don’t know what to do
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