| Rael:
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| I wandered lonely as a cloud
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| Till I came upon this dirty street
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| I’ve never seen a stranger crowd
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| Slubberdegullions on squeaky feet
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| Continually pacing
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| With nonchalant embracing
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| Each orifice disgracing
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| And one facing me
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| Moves to say «hellay»
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| Your skin’s all covered in slimy lumps
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| With lips that slide across each chin
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| His twisted limbs like rubber stumps
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| Are waved in welcome
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| Say «Please join in»
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| My grip must be flipping
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| 'Cause his handshake keeps slipping
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| My hopes keep on dipping
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| And his lips keep on
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| Smiling all the time
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| Slipperman:
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| «We, like you
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| Have tasted love
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| Don’t be alarmed
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| At what you see
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| You yourself
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| Are just the same
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| As what you see in me»
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| Rael:
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| Me
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| Like you?
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| Like that?!
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| Slipperman:
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| «You better watch it, son
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| Your sentence has only just begun
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| You better run and join your brother John»
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| II) A Visit to the Doktor
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| Slipperman:
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| «You're in the colony of slippermen
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| There’s no who, why
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| What or when
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| You can get out
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| If you’ve got the gripe
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| To see, Doktor Dyper
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| Reformed sniper
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| He’ll whip off
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| Your windscreenwiper"
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| Rael:
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| John and I are able
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| To face the Doktor
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| And his marble table
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| He said…
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| The Doktor:
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| Understand, Rael
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| That’s the end of your tail
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| Rael:
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| «Don't delay
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| Dock the dick!»
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| I watch his countdown
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| Timer tick…
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| III) The Raven
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| He places the number into a tube
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| It’s a yellow plastic
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| Shoobedoobe
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| It says: «Though your fingers may tickle
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| You’ll be safe in our pickle»
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| Suddenly, black cloud
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| Come down from the sky
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| Its a supersized black bird
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| That sure can fly
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| The raven brings on
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| Darkness and night
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| He flies right down
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| Gives me one hell of a fright
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| He takes the tube
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| Right out of my hands
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| Man, I’ve got to find
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| Where that black bird lands
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| «Look here, John
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| I’ve got to run
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| I need you now
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| You’re going to come?»
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| He says to me…
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| John:
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| «Now can’t you see
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| Where the raven flies
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| There’s jeopardy?
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| We’ve been cured on the couch
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| Now you’re sick with your grouch
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| I’ll not risk my honey pouch
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| Which my slouch
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| Will wear slung very low"
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| Rael:
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| He walks away
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| And leaves me once again
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| Even though I never learn
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| I’d hoped he’d show
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| Just some concern
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| Some concern
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| Ah…
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| Some concern
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| I’m in the agony of Slipperpain
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| I pray my undercarriage will sustain
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| The chase is on
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| The pace is hot
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| But I’m running so very hard
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| With everything
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| That I’ve got
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| He leads me down an underpass
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| Though it narrows
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| He still flies very fast
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| When the tunnel stops
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| Catch sight of the tube
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| Just as it drops
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| I’m on top of a bank
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| Too steep to climb
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| I see it hit the water
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| Just in time
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| To watch it float away
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| Watch it float away
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| Watch it float away…
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| Ache, make, lake, snake, awake, snake, lake |