You're in the colony of slippermen.
There's no who? why? what? or when?
You get out if you've got the gripe
To see, doktor dyper, reformed sniper-
He'll whip off your windscreenwiper
John and i are able
To face the doktor and his marble table.
Understand rael, it's the end of your tail.
Don't delay, dock the dick!
I watch his countdown timer tick......
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