Despite El Duque's Bold Predictions: We've Got To Rid Ourselves Of Gardener

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Inspired by Joe DePastry
Well I came upon a lost child named Brett he was slumping along the road
And I asked him tell me where are you going, this he told me:
(He) said, I'm going down to Scranton's farm, going to join a triple a band.
Got to get back to the land, and set my soul free.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon,
And we got to rid ourselves of hitless wonders named Gardener