| Oh the day can’t begin, 'til the guard lets me in
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| Then I walk for some exercise
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| In less than a snap, I complete my daily lap
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| Then it’s time to socialize
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| I visit Grady and Ruth at the information booth
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| And bring the earring lady a Ben And Jerry’s shake
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| Then I go to Petland where the manager Stan
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| Pass me a buff to feed a dangerous snake
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| Then I pass the Tie Rack on my way to RadioShack
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| Where I pretend to be a Hollywood star
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| I try to walk like John Wayne and do Singin' In The Rain
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| While the janitor laughs from afar
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| A little bit later on the glass elevator
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| We’re so high I have to close my eyes
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| He takes his 11:30 crap
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| Then go over to the Gap
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| Try on clothes for moms with things my size
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| Zoom off to Panda Express
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| Their pepper chicken is the best
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| I hit Sbarro’s for a medium drink
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| 'Cause the staff is really nice and they only use cubed ice
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| Which is better than crushed I think
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| Bag a left and I’m at Sears
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| Look for Chuck with the Hairy ears
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| 'Cause he lets me catch a quick cat nap
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| But then Mrs. Vischmijn’s daughter |
| Puts my hand in warm water
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| And I wake up with a wet yellow lap
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| Footlocker’s my last stop
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| Where I have to go and shop
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| For some fresh pants and a couple of fresh shirts
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| 'Cause when I leave the mall
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| I ref Youth League Basketball
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| And to look your best never hurts
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| But the greatest thing of all if the truth be told
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| Here at the mall it’s never too hot or cold
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| 'Cause they were smart enough to make it temperature controlled
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| At the mall, at the mall, at the mall
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| Tra-la-la! |