| Mr. Magoo, he took off with Betty
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| And I’m on the porch carryin' wood
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| My heart is confetti
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| I’m having a party, I’m feelin' good
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| You say you’re comin' to crush my skull
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| To bash in my face and shatter my frown
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| To mingle my blood in with the ground
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| All this as the sun was settin' down
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| Old friend
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| Tryin' to hunt me down again
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| Old friend
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| This is your exit, you’re no, no, no friend
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| Who is this man who’s afraid of death?
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| Who fears it so that death’s all he brings?
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| I suppose he’ll wage war 'til nothin' is left
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| With a mouth full of teeth and nothin' to sing
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| Well, he put his hands around my neck
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| And I suppose I let him from natural respect
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| And he frothed at the mouth, I twinkled my eye
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| And gave him this vision just before I died
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| He saw his lines drawn in the sand
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| Upon a land of beauty and wind
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| And he in the distance draggin' a flag pole
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| Across a desert that never will end
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| Old friend
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| Tryin' to hunt me down again
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| Old friend
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| This is your exit, you’re no, no, no friend |