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The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course |
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The city fathers they're trying to endorse |
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Reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse |
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But the town has no need to be nervous |
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The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits |
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To Jezebel the nun she violently knits |
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A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits |
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At the head of the chamber of commerce |
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Mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes |
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Dad's in the alley, he's lookin' high for fuse |
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I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, ohh well |
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The hysterical bride in the Penny Arcade |
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Screaming she moans, "I've just been made" |
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Sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade |
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Sayin', "Don't let the boys in" |
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Well the medicine man comin' and he shuffles inside |
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Walks with a swagger and he says to the bride |
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"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride |
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You won't die, it's not poison" |
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Mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes |
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Dad's in the alley, he's lookin' high for fuse |
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I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, ohh wow yea |
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Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief |
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Looks at his hero the commander in chief |
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"Tell me great hero, but please make it brief |
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Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" |
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Well the commander in chief answers him while chasing a fly |
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"Death to all those who would whimper and cry" |
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And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky |
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"The sun's not yellow it's chicken" |
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Aaa mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes |
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Dad's in the alley he's lookin' high for fuse |
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I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, ohh well |
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Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll |
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Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole |
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The National Bank selling road maps for the soul |
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To the old folks home and the college |
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Well I wish that I could write you a melody so plain |
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Would is you do that if I'am going insane |
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Ease you and cool you and cease the pain |
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Of your useless and pointless knowledge |
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Mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes |
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Dad's in the alley he's lookin' high for fuse |
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I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, aah yea |