| Make like a Mister Milquetoast and you’ll get shut out,
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| Make like a Mister Meek and you’ll get cut out,
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| Make like a little lamb, and wham, you’re shorn,
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| I tell ya, chum, it’s time to come blow your horn.
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| Make like a Mister Mumbles and you’re a zero,
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| Make like a Mister Big; |
| they dig a hero.
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| You’ve got to sound your «A"the day you’re born,
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| I tell ya, chum, it’s time to come blow your horn.
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| The taller the tree is the sweeter the peach,
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| I’ll give you the whole maguilla in a one word speach: Reach!
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| Make like the world’s your pudding, but light the brandy,
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| Even the mildest kiss is a dan, dan, dandy,
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| There’ll be no love in bloom come doomsday morn,
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| I tell ya, chum, it’s time to come blow your horn.
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| In civilized jungles females adore
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| The lions who come on swingin'; |
| if you wanna score — roar!
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| You can be either read to or be the reader,
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| You can be either lead or be the leader.
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| Don’t wait until you’re told you’re old and worn,
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| Take in some air and get your lips puckered,
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| Before you find you’re simply too tuckered,
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| I’ll tell ya, chum, it’s time to come blow your horn.
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| Blow your horn,
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| I tell ya, chum, it’s time to come blow your horn. |