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A drunk, and hungry bear losing his hair, |
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living on a boat right off the coast he said, |
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"Ain't you got nothing else to do? |
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Just look at my head son. |
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Is it lost, or under fire, |
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it's my only one. |
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Ain't you got nothing else to do?" |
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Well, sir I was bought for the lessons I was taught, |
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but the Bull and the Goat, they tried |
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to drown me in a moat. |
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So, I'll be on my way, with a kindly "Good day." |
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It's enough to say |
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you're simply in my way. |
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[I got something else to do.] |
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Ain't you a shame? |
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Look at all your friends that came, and left alone. |
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They heard you beating that wooden drum. |
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Ain't you a claim |
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to the souls left to hang from oaks for gold? |
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Even in death it's still so cold. |
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After twenty years thought, |
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and a thousand acres bought, |
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I found the bear in a trap I made; |
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his leg in a mangled state. |
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I said, "I'm willing to make a trade; |
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your life for a simple glass of lemonade." |
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Well, the Bear he just thought, as I had me rifle cocked, |
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of what the wind through the grass obeyed, |
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of the boat where he once had stayed. |
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It said, "I'd love to see you through, |
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but I've forgotten how to chew. |
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I think my head has been rotten through. |
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It's best I be left in two." |
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Man, don't be so plain. |
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You know that life's a life with pain. |
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It keeps you whole. |
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It keeps you wanting to save your soul. |
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Oh, God, I feel so tame, |
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hanging diamonds from my name. |
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I'm so young, I know. |
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That's why I fear where I won't go |