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Is the dancing Dentist In the house? I feel the hot wind on my shoulder and a touch of a girl that is older. I tune it in and I check the number. I hit the switch and then I slumber. I feel the rhythms of the music, I bought a bong and always use it. I hear the talking of the D.J. Can't under stand just what does he say. I'm on a Mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican whoa-whoa radio. I'm on a Mexican whoa-whoa radio. I'm on a Mexican whoa-whoa radio. (The dancing dentist, the dancing dentist, the dancing dentist, the dancing dentist) I tune it in and check the station they talk about a U.S.sensation. I try a little masturbation, my hands are sticky with ejaculation. The music louder, the Buzz Poets. I always groove and I just didn't know it. I understand just a little. No compredo. It's a riddle. I'm on a Mexican radio, I'm on a Mexican whoa-whoa radio. I'm on a Mexican whoa-whoa radio. I'm on a Mexican whoa-whoa radio. (The dancing dentist, the dancing dentist, the dancing dentist, the dancing dentist) And he danced!!! Do that sance again. I wish I was in Tijuana, smoking some of that fine marijuana. I'm having sex on the telephone, I'm on a wavelength far from home. I'm on a Mexican radio. I'm on a Mexican whoa-whoa radio. I'm on a Mexican whoa-whoa radio. I'm on a Mexican whoa-whoa radio. Radio,Radio,Radio,Radio,(Radio),Radio,Radio,Radio,Radio! Lets hear it for the Dancing dentist, the biggest freak in Pittsburgh.

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