Transcription: The sponges come together at 2.51 each day They set fire to their trampolines and then go on their way They like to hold their breath and then pretend they're underwater They'd never go out hunting for a bowling league to slaughter They're a society of sponges Won't you come and take a look? Society of sponges Look them up, they're in the book The sponges never eat They're a society of sponges Bring a friend if you so choose Society of sponges They don't ever sing the blues And if you take a sponge aside and ask it for its name It will whisper nothingness, to them it's just a game They'll wrap ...
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