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Met this fine young thing At the local Circle K We made a date for a half past eight And I said, "What the hey?" So I journeyed to her crib And I let myself inside That chick was slouched down on the couch I think her brain was fried Couldn't figure it out She wouldn't even look at me Then I saw her eyes, she was hypnotised Cold glued to her TV
Rendering of Isle Thing's lyrics sung by "Weird Al" Yankovic