| There once was a poodle who thought he was a cowboy,
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| He lived in a cage the size of his thumb
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| And, though his white horse was a box of toothpicks,
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| he galloped around until hit by a car
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| Sometimes I flap my arms like a hummingbird
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| just to remind myself I’ll never fly
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| Sometimes I burn my arms with cigarettes
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| just to pretend I won’t scream when I die
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| If my life was as long as the moon’s,
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| I’d still be jealous of the sun
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| If my life lasted only one day,
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| I’d still be drunk by noon,
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| Yes, I’d still be drunk by noon.
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| Sometimes I hope to come down with cancer
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| At least then I’ll get to watch TV all day
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| And on my deathbed I’ll get all the answers
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| even if all my questions are taken away.
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| If my life was as long as the moon’s,
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| I’d still be jealous of the sun
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| If my life lasted only one day,
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| I’d still be drunk by noon,
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| I’d still be drunk by noon. |