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For your birthday I hired Squirty and the Squirtones, the Cleveland based old tyme barber shop quartet, to compose a unique song for your celebration.
Some may say it's just cereal
But you and I know better
You cannot find them just any-where
This is my birthday love letter
I don't eat them yet you see
Most-ly I take the breast
But one day you will give me some
And get-me-off-your-chest
Some may say it's just cereal
But you and I know better
You cannot find them just any-where
This is my birthday love letter
I don't eat them yet you see
Most-ly I take the breast
But one day you will give me some
And get-me-off-your-chest
Oh Mama T you are so lovely
Like Chef Boyardee spaghetties
My rare flower in the desert
Mama T, you're dia-mond shred-dies
Happy Birthday! We love you.
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