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He's the old hippie that made us sick
He wrote Muzak for drug addicts
He's the fat geezer who talked too much
He used drugs as a crutch
He ate granola and he hugged trees
Looked like a dog bit by fleas
Had a beer belly and a tye died shirt
Said he'd live forever but now he sleeps in dirt
Jerry was a piece of shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Im Grateful that he's dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Like Jim baker he went far
Turned stadiums into singles bars
Did all of the drugs in San Francisco
Wrote 20 albums of long haired disco
Then he sang i will survive
look who is no longer alive
So all you fuckers in your VW vans
Preppy, dink, hackysack clan
Wallstreet twats with ponytail hair
Your BMW's with dancing bears
He was an icon, he was a god
He racked in your cash in wads
You were conned by a useless slob
The tours are over so get a job
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