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Crying out loud said a face in the crowd |
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Can you hear me talkin' |
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The river was dry that was why |
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I'm on the road and walking |
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A man on a horse with a box on his head |
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He was sayin' to the |
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NationHe pay him dues the goodbye blues |
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Is simple syncopation |
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And then I told my story to the cannibal king |
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Said Shake |
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That Thing |
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Go and see the frogman and tell him |
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All your troubles |
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Take your umbrella cause he |
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Keeps on blowing bubbles |
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Come up and let me analyse you |
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Said the monkey to the weasel |
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And I'll paint your picture on the wall |
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If you can buy the easel |
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And I told my story to the cannibal king |
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Said baby baby shake that thing |
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Once upon a sunshine |
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Before the final bell |
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I told my story to big boy |
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With connections straight from |
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HellHis fiddle was his sweetheart |
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He was her favourite beau |
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And hear me saying was all he playing |
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Them songs from long ago |
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I told my story to the cannibal king |
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Said baby baby shake that thing |
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Too late too late |
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Can be the cry |
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So take it if you need it |
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Theres no such thing as a dirty book |
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Its just the way you read it |
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So goodbye baby |
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I'll see you soon |
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Its gotta be that way |
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So bury me not on the lone prairie |
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Coma Tiyi |
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Yipee Yi A |
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Coma Tiyi |
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Yipee Yi A |
