| Brian… the babe they called Brian,
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| Grew… grew, grew and grew,
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| Grew up to be,
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| Grew up to be,
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| A boy called Brian,
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| A boy called Brian.
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| He had arms, and legs, and hands, and feet
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| This boy whose name was Brian,
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| And he grew, grew, grew and grew,
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| Grew up to be,
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| Yes he grew up to be,
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| A teenager called Brian,
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| A teenager called Brian.
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| And his face became spotty
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| Yes his face became spotty,
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| And his voice dropped down low,
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| And things started to grow,
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| On young Brian and so,
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| He was certainly no,
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| No girl named Brian,
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| Not a girl named Brian.
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| And he started to shave,
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| And have one off the wrist,
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| And want to see girls,
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| And go out and get pissed
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| A man called Brian.
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| This man called Brian.
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| The man they called Brian.
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| This man called Brian. |