Dustin Hoffman Gets a Bath
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- #1Dirty Dustin Hoffman Needs a Bath
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- #2Dustin Hoffman Gets a Bath
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- #3Dustin Hoffman Thinks About Eating the Soap
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- #4Dustin Hoffman Scrubs Too Hard and Loses Soap
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- #5Dustin Hoffman Does Not Resist Temptation to Eat the Bathtub
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- #6Dustin Hoffman’s Wife Comes Home
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- #7
Dustin Hoffman’s Wife Seems Suspicious About The Absent Tubof Montreal
- #8Dustin Hoffman Feigns Ignorance of Missing Bathtub
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- #9Dustin Hoffman’s Wife Calls In Detective to Dust for Porcelain Particles on Dustin Hoffman’s Tongue
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- #10Dustin Hoffman’s Tongue Taken to Police Lab Where It Is Used as Toilet Paper and Reading Material While on the Toilet
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- #11Dustin Hoffman Offers Lame Possible Explanation for Missing Bathtub
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- #12Dustin Hoffman’s Wife Makes Sarcastic Remark, Cuts the Head off of a Duck, Places It Where the Tub Was and Begins to Groan
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- #13Dustin Hoffman Becomes Indignant and Wets Himself
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- #14Dustin Hoffman Quits Bathroom and Climbs a Tree
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- #15Dustin Hoffman’s Children Enter the Bathroom
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- #16Dustin Hoffman’s Children Don’t Enter the Bathroom
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of MontrealDustin Hoffman Gets a Bath Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, you're my warm cherry center
In a blanket of double brown chocolate kiss
You're my pineapple cider
You're the worm in my grapefruit
I'm sorry I can't help you
[Chorus]
Hundreds of battles and lovely notes
That tired old horsey
It's a good lay
Oh, you'd like that
Hoo hoo, hoo hoo
[Verse 2]
Eatin' shit on a bus budget
The standard height of some
Nobody, I'll come on Sunday
And move it
This is some nightmare
I am sharing with all of you
Falling in clumps to fall on my feet
[Chorus]
Hundreds of battles and lovely notes
That tired old horsey
It's a good lay
Oh, you'd like that
[Verse 3]
Forgetting your fingers in your dress
Waiting for the spring to open up the window
Got a rope that's a smile
Dig deep graves, parching those lips around you
All he needs is a good talking to