There Ain't No Bath for a Buglips

A tribute piece for "our favorite goblin, as long as he's downwind."

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LYRICS

I was chillin at the con when out the corner of my eye

I saw an orange dude come up to me

He said I never seen a paint, that paints as nice as this

From any other mini company

It's extra super fine and vintage just like wine

I can't get enough of every shade

I said who the hell are you

And why do you stank so bad

He looked at me and this is what he said

There ain't no bath for a Buglips

Pro Paint don't grow on trees

I got things to steal, I got minis to paint

All the pretty colours must belong to me

I know my sack is full

I can't stop even if I wished I could

No there ain't no rest for a Buglips

So long as a paint pot's still good