WEST-SIDE

de M.O.D.

Walking down the beach
With a sweater on
Lime green pants
Hush puppies he's walking on
Nothing escapes him
Everything in sight
If there's something wrong, he's gonna make it right

Eyes of a hawk
He could eat a whale
If you're screwing up his beach, he'll send you to jail
If you litter
A fate worse than death
He'll scream on your face with his atomic breath

Inspector oofus
Hey that's me
Keep my beach clean, tidey up

Inspector oofus on patrol
Lower that radio to a respectable volume
Be courteous to others
Doesn't need a badge
He's always on patrol
Never been fooled, cause he always knows
Where's there kids, trouble seems to be
How many of you girls still have your virginity?
Oofus gets possessed

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