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Macaulay Culkin, Macaulay Culkin
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Macaulay Macaulay Macaulay Culkin
Macaulay, Macaulay, Macauliró

Alone at home, alone at home
I throw a party, I love the fun
I throw a party, mom's not here
I throw a party, it's a blast
The burglars are coming, the burglars are coming
I sweat nervously from my armpits
I don't like any robbery
Take everything but not my tobacco

This is my house, this is my house
Leave the fake Botticelli painting
It was a little gift from my cousin Eli
If you mess around, I'll spray you with Nely hairspray

I get tipsy, I get tipsy
Before going to bed, I drink wine
And I eat a pack of Filipinos
And if I'm in a hurry, I even smoke a joint
I recover, I recover
They took everything, even the ashtray
But at least they left me the lighter
And they gave me a tupperware of stew

Macaulay Culkin, Macaulay Culkin
Macaulay Macaulay Macaulay Culkin
Macaulay Macaulay Macaulay Culkin
Macaulay, Macaulay, Macauliró

Macaulay Culkin, Macaulay Culkin, Macaulay Culkin
Macaulay Culkin, Macaulay Culkin
Macaulay Culkin, Macaulay Culkin, Macaulay Culkin
Macaulay, Macaulay, Macaulay, Macaulay Culkin

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