Handle My Style

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-	Super… Super Punch Out.	+	Super… Super Punch Out.<br>
-	Huh? Aaaaayyyayay.	+	Huh? Aaaaayyyayay.<br>
-	I was dreaming about…muffins.	+	I was dreaming about… muffins.<br>
-	I wake up every morning.	+	I wake up every morning<br>
-	Feeling Awesome.	+	feeling awesome,<br>
-	Even though I slept on the remote again last night.	+	even though I slept on the remote again last night.<br>
-	Ouch!	+	Ouch!<br>
-		+	<br>
-	Time to tear up another day.	+	Time to tear up another day.<br>
-	The Strong Bad freaking way!	+	The Strong Bad freaking way!<br>
-	Like an imploding star,	+	Like an imploding star,<br>
-	Like a burning car.	+	like a burning car,<br>
-	My style shines so bright!	+	my style shines so bright!<br>
-		+	<br>
-	Please, stop trying,	+	Please, stop trying,<br>
-	To handle my style.	+	To handle my style.<br>
-	Cause you can’t.	+	'Cause you can’t,<br>
-	No you can’t!	+	No you can’t!<br>
-	Uh.	+	''{grunt}''<br>
-	Handle my style.	+	Handle my style.<br>
-		+	<br>
-	Seriously,	+	Seriously,<br>
-	Quit trying,	+	quit trying,<br>
-	To handle my style.	+	to handle my style.<br>
-		+	<br>
-	Unless you’re a lady.	+	Unless you’re a lady.<br>
-	Which you’re gorgilly invited	+	then you’re cordially invited<br>
-	To have a giant slice of my style!!!	+	To have a giant slice of my style!!!<br>
	[[Category: Songs]]		[[Category: Songs]]

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Revision as of 01:17, 3 October 2008

This is a song, sung in the beginning, and end, of Homestar Ruiner.

Lyrics

Super… Super Punch Out.
Huh? Aaaaayyyayay.
I was dreaming about… muffins.
I wake up every morning
feeling awesome,
even though I slept on the remote again last night.
Ouch!

Time to tear up another day.
The Strong Bad freaking way!
Like an imploding star,
like a burning car,
my style shines so bright!

Please, stop trying,
To handle my style.
'Cause you can’t,
No you can’t!
{grunt}
Handle my style.

Seriously,
quit trying,
to handle my style.

Unless you’re a lady.
then you’re cordially invited
To have a giant slice of my style!!!