Caviar,
caviar,

we'll eat our caviar,
and drink our chardonay,
we'll dress like lo-tel,
and lie on our heated carpet all day.

this one goes out to the trinity boys

sitting around,
eating fish eggs,
drink too much chardonay,
fall on my heated floor again.

caviar,
caviar,
stick it up your nose.

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