Nick-Nate Nick-Nate
You get very irate
When someone else is late
Nick-Nate Nick-Nate
Your favorite number is eight
Nick-Nate Nick-Nate
Your dad drives a freight
Nick-Nate Nick-Nate
Seventy-eight
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thatsquishedtomato (
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HE CAN SEE INTO YOUR SOUL AND SMELL IT! He think it smells like a half-eaten dorito
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