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Musical: Floyd Collins
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HOMER Git comf'table, Carmichael; Hunker down a while. Tear up Bee Doyle's land if you like, special Carmichael style. Do it like yer blind, like yer swingin' a shovel or a big ol' chain, like yer madder 'an hell an' right as rain. I was wrong; See, I didn't know that's how it's done. See, that's funny I didn't know. Git comf'table, outlander, strut 'an stomp aroun'. Act like you was born right here, sprouted outta' this groun'. These hills 'll take you in, Heck! You harness-pullin' fool shaft-diggin' outlander speck of fly shit on my boot, city slickin' suit. I was wrong; See, I didn't know that's how it's done. See, that's funny. I didn't know. See, I didn't know. There's no place for me here. I was wrong-- I'm all wrong-- Don't know what to do no more, Floyd. Floyd. Brother mine. Floyd. Floyd. Floyd... [Thanks to Jaycee for lyrics]
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