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Hey there! Said the man with the can of diet cola in his hand Hey yeah! Laughed the lodger pulling on a big fat roll up spurting flames Heâs weird! Bitched the girl with the curl about the guy who was just shy Iâm there! Huffed the loner with the boner special magazines and beer Oh, what do you all know? I think Iâm getting old âCos I question what Iâm told Yes, cynically Iâm bold But I listen to my flies So if you think Iâm insane Thereâs worse that I could be Itâs just my thoughts are free Have fear! Preached the priest to his sheep in the house of love and peace Bye dear! Quacked the camp little tramp as she upâd and left the mass Poor mare⦠Smirked the pianist to his dearest though he loved that feline stare Be scared! Said the papers to the nations âbout the bombs that were not there Hey there Sang the hippy with the trippy little guitar in his arms Thereâs some real mother fuckers In this world so leave the others! |