My brother requested that I write a song. Okay, here goes.
I want to have an evil twin.
And all the trouble we'd get in.
(I want the trouble we'd get in).
I want to have an evil twin.
He'd look like me but maybe he,
would sport a beard or a goatee.
I want to have an evil twin.
And his moral compass should be,
the polar opposite of mine.
I want to have an evil twin.
And he'd probably want to take over my life?
At least cause me unending strife?
I need to kill my evil twin.
I have to kill my evil twin.
(BRIDGE)
(Spoken during bridge):
Damn you, evil twin!
Damn your hide!
THIS is why we can't have nice things!
I am become my evil twin.
There is now some confusion,
about our shared identity.
And a soap opera mix-up
is the works for sure.
I don't know who's the evil twin.
It's for the best you shoot us both
just to be on the safe side.
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