Oooooh!
I'm 'enery the eighth I am! 'Enery the eighth I am, I am!
I got married to the widow next door!
She's been married seven times before!
And every one was an 'Enery! 'Enery!
There was no Willy nor Sam! No Sam!
I'm a rich ol' man I'm 'Enery!
'Enery the eighth I am, I am!
'Enery the Eighth I am!
Second verse! Same as the first!
Okay, so that was fun. My floor has been playing their damn music really loud all day. And I wouldn't mind so much, but they're like pushing their speakers as loud as they can and then the girls next to them (the boys are playing rap by the way) start playing Garth Brooks. Its so irritating and I'm gonna explodde some day.
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