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He’ll swim home doing the butterfly from Alcatraz
He’d rather bury his ego out in the compost pile
He’s a pretty cool guy in every set of social circumstance

Frabato. He doesn’t trick you, ‘cause he doesn’t have to
Frabato. He never messes up, even when he’s really drunk

He’s like God’s right hand man, only ambidextrous
He’d be quick on the draw, but slow for a country mile
He’ll always mystify without undue extravagance

Frabato
He doesn’t trick you, ‘cause he doesn’t have to
Frabato
He never messes up, even when he’s really drunk