| When you’re riding the rails with those wide open eyes
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| Well, there’s one old south paw you will always fight
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| And alone on a worn-out throne
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| Is the reigning queen of the questions
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| Why we blind-footed toddlers ever started out
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| So don’t get itchy with me
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| When I goose-step
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| Across the kitchen floor
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| You know I still adore
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| All your mother’s old-fashioned ways
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| I’m so impressed that you hear
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| My inventions, and that it matters more
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| Than what you saw with your eyes
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| Go along with the plan
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| Your head will still be there where you put it
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| Under the bed with the ice cream you could never find
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| And tonight you go to bed and dream
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| All the world to be what you want it
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| You got the girly draw now flaunt it
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| And keep them all checking their watches
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| When you’re out tonight
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| So don’t get itchy with me
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| When I goose-step across the kitchen floor
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| You know I still adore
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| All your mother’s old-fashioned ways
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| So I’m the person you needed
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| My inventions, and that it matters more
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| Than what you saw with your eyes |