Born for Fun


Born for Fun (with apologies to The Boss)

In the day he eats and sleeps while twitching in his runaway American dream
At night he eats again and dreams of glory on the Internet machine.
Sprung from a shelter cage in Carolin-a,
Blue collared, milkbone injected, steppin’ out over the line-a
h-Oh, Baby this lab rips the laugh from your gut
It’s a giggle rap, it’s a snicker trap
We gotta be dumb while we can
Cause Jacks like us, baby we were born for fun
Oh honey, labs like us
baby we were born to be dumb
Come on with me, Jacks like us
baby we were born for fun

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