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They took hold of my good idea |
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Then put it down and laughed |
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They said I needed several more |
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And now I'm working on the set |
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Of thousands on a raft |
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Thousands on a raft |
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They knew that I'd been buffaloed |
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And hippoed and giraffed |
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They knew how bad my training was |
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And now I'm on safari |
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With thousands on a raft |
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Oh thousands on a raft |
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They push for all they're worth |
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Tied together to prevent |
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Falling off the earth |
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So kick your neighbour overboard |
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And take the plunge yourself |
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You might end up as a sponge |
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On somebody's shelf |
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They're dancing in the mines tonight |
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Along the sunlit shafts |
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It reminds me of my last head |
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And now I sleep with Constance Fright |
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And thousands on a raft |
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Thousands on a raft |
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I looked into the future years |
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And all I saw was graft |
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I think it was from town to town |
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So now I'm living on the road |
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With thousands on a raft |
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Thousands on a raft |
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Oh thousands on a raft |
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Think it's sink or swim |
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No one stands much of a chance |
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It's you or me or him |
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So grab hold of the nearest soul |
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And save it if you can |
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You might end up as its lunch |
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Or become a van |
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I slept out in the howling gale |
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And didn't feel the draught |
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I was thinking something very warm |
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Now I'm in jail inside the whale |
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With thousands on a raft |
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Thousands on a raft |
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My future's in a paper cup |
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My body's overstuffed |
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I forgot when I last saw a face |
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And now I'm drifting out to sea |
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With thousands on a raft |
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Thousands on a raft |
