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How much do they love colored bicycle chains?
    - An Original Song

They get on with life as a hooker cobbler,

They're an ironic kinda type.
They like pain and fear.
They like to contemplate PBR.
But when they start to daydream,
Their mind turns straight to colored bicycle chains.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Do they love colored bicycle chains more than PBR?
Do they love colored bicycle chains more than PBR?

They like to use words like 'Der' and 'Brah.'
They like to use words about PBR.
But when they stop their talking,
Their mind turns straight to colored bicycle chains.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Do they love colored bicycle chains more than PBR?
Do they love colored bicycle chains more than PBR?

They like to hang out with Kweelo and Sanjay.
But when left alone,
Their mind turns straight to colored bicycle chains.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

Do they love colored bicycle chains more than PBR?
Do they love colored bicycle chains more than PBR?

They hate Yuppie Scum and White people.
But they just think back to colored bicycle chains,
And they're happy once again.

Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!

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Check out our new song, It's called UNC-Asheville Fight song. (The Tale of My Sadistic Thief Oppressive Slave Master is the working title.)

The Tale of My Sadistic Thief Oppressive Slave Master
    - A Ballad  Written by The Vagrant Whiskey Deltas

It began on a lonely August morning:
I was the most majestic bulldog around,
He was the most sadistic thief .

He was my Oppresive slave master,
My sadistic Oppresive slave master,
My thief .

We used to wretch so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to graduate together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one morning, one lonely morning,
We decided to graduate too much.
Together we spray painted and sharpied Rocky.
It was dejected, so dejected.

From that moment our relationship changed.
He grew so indecisive .

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

He spat on a Caff employee.
Alas, a Caff employee!
My Oppresive slave master spat on a Caff employee.
It was educational, so educational.

The next day I thought my middle finger had broken,
I thought my ass had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, he is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that morning,
That lonely August morning.

My ass... ouch!
When I think of that sadistic thief ,
That sadistic thief and me.

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