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Heard of a man ... loaded with weirdness
Waxed-up mustachioed nose

Heard of his rave-sight ... pout-smiling eye-rays
His face aerobically glows

His pounding stun-fire ... often resisted
I'm getting used to it now

Lives in a madhouse ... of his own making
He lives with Rover Bow-Wow


[ SALVADOR DALI: ]
"This ain't no painting!
This ain't no fresco!
This ain't no brooding high-brow!"

"No time for sculpting, or welding-melding!
I ain't got time for that now!"


Transmit the in-vite ... to the art critics ---
--- come see this man so insane!

He's got three eyeballs ... some melting watches ---
--- you don't want to know his brain!

High on some pills, guy?
HE don't need doping!
Every dream's ready to blow!

He sleeps in the work-time ... he works in the dream-time,
His mind's got clever-head-glow!


[ SALVADOR DALI: ]
"This ain't no painting!
This ain't no fresco!
This ain't no mural of cows!"

"This ain't no thought-blot, or L. S. D. spree!
My paint's not prime for that now!"


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[ SALVADOR DALI: ]
"This ain't no painting!
This ain't no fresco!
This ain't no brooding high-brow!"

"No time for sculpting, or welding-melding!
I ain't got time for SPLAT now!"


What a weird artist!
What a weird painter!
What a weird mustache and grin!

You oughta know that dude
Signs for his students
Blank canvases to fill-in!

He's got some gross dreams,
He screams and mutters,
He laughs a cup-full of craze!

Ain't got no meekness,
Ain't got no shy bones,
Don't want no critic-dudes' praise!

He craves for knowledge!
He hones his night-tool!
Salvador Dali's so wise!

He won't write letters!
He won't send postcards!
He's an E.T. in disguise!


[ SALVADOR DALI: ]
"This ain't no painting!
This ain't no fresco!
This ain't no furious frau!"

"I'd like to hold truth! I'd love to kiss truth!
I ATE HOT SLIME-GORE BAT-CHOW !!!"


Bubbling man-zit, hot chewed-up toad-rocks!
We blended in with the throng!

We caught some grouper, we're snapping fish-line!
Fish-line makes a great thong!

We dress like nudents, we dress like streakers,
Our birthday suit has no fly!

I changed my bare-style, so many times now,
I don't know what clothes to try!

You bake green liver, so sweet and tender,
You'd make that Lecter dude weep!

Don't get exhaust-head, from sniffing tail-pipes,
Fumes hotter put you to sleep!


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Get chewed-up duck-shins, swallow deer rectums,
As a "Fear Factor" show guest!

Maybe you'll win the, "Fear Factor" jackpot,
If you drink from Britney's breast!

Burned my paint-brushes, what good are brushes?
My pig-ment I'll apply!

My brain is baking, burnt like hash brownies,
I'm on a permanent high!

Try to stay lardly, physical fatness,
Don't want to see 'neath my knees!

Write to be dareful, don't take no pris'ners,
Each letter sops up the sleaze!


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