Poisoned At Hartsy Thai Food
Mr. Hartsy came over and asked
"What the heck's going on?"
And both of them, began to throw up
All over the photos, on the table.
Billy, spilled his Pepsi.
Sandra, she was laying on the floor.
Nobody knows where the poison goes
Where it came from nobody knows.
Poisoned at Hartsy's.
"What the heck's going on?"
And both of them, began to throw up
All over the photos, on the table.
Billy, spilled his Pepsi.
Sandra, she was laying on the floor.
Nobody knows where the poison goes
Where it came from nobody knows.
Poisoned at Hartsy's.
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Writer(s): Jason Lytle
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