Placeholder: [illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] the depth of hula groove moves us to the nth hoop we're gonna groove to horton hears a who-who i couldn't ask for another no, i couldn't ask for another dj soul was on a roll i've been told he can't be sold he's not vicious or malicious just de-lovely and delicious i couldn't ask for another [illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] the depth of hula groove moves us to the nth hoop we're gonna groove to horton hears a who-who i couldn't ask for another no, i couldn't ask for another dj soul was on a roll i've been told he can't be sold he's not vicious or malicious just de-lovely and delicious i couldn't ask for another

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[illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] the depth of hula groove moves us to the nth hoop we're gonna groove to horton hears a who-who i couldn't ask for another no, i couldn't ask for another dj soul was on a roll i've been told he can't be sold he's not vicious or malicious just de-lovely and delicious i couldn't ask for another

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