Besedila: Ween. The Stallion (Pt. 2).

For hither not, I am the stallion.
Come fear, come love, I am the stallion.
You know that I am the stallion, mang.
I am, I am the stallion, mang.
You know that I am the stallion, mang.
I live, I walk, I am the stallion, mang.

Hair-throng goo-tongue, stallion mang.
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I am the stallion, mang.

1: I can drink
2: I get groomed
3: I go for a walk
I am the stallion, mang.
You know that I am the stallion, mang.

Deaner! Deaner! Dude!
Where can you be?
Come hither.
Who are you? The stallion.
Deaner: What's goin' on?
Who are you, Deaner?
Deaner: I am, I am the stallion
You are the stallion.
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-S-S-TA-L-L-I-O-N
I am the stallion, mang.
I can feel what I like to see in you and me and the stallion.
I can play, I get to take the water because I am the stallion.
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Stallion, mang.
Stallion, mang.
Stallion, mang.
I am the stallion.
Wild stallion.
Wild stallion.
Goodbye
Stallion.
Stallion.
Goodbye

Stallion! Stallion! Stallion! Stallion! Stallion!

Whenever forth to come hither, when I can see the wind,
I shall too ride upon the stallion.
I shall too lick the palm of the stallion,
Whilst I drink the hair from the stallion. Man.
I am the stallion