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This town ain’t what it used to be, it’s very sad to say There’s armpit-flavored ice cream in the ice cream truck today The mayor and the principal have robbed the grocery store And the bagel shop and pizza joint have finally gone to war There’s better places out there, streets that aren’t paved with crud Where the squirrels don’t carry rifles and the clowns don’t drink your blood So if you want to join me, then we’ll find a new abode We’re going on a journey down Soodlersville Road Oh, there’s noodles made by noodlers on Soodlersville Road And there’s poodles bred by poodlers on Soodlersville Road Take a left at the convenience store where memories are made Past the billboard for Big Waldo’s Chinese Food and Legal Aid Stop at the Roadkill Memorial and Crabgrass Hall of Fame Where you can make some s’mores to toast on their eternal flame And here the lane gets narrow, but it’s not too big a deal As long as you can tilt your car and drive it on two wheels Beware the evil tollbooth, it