| A drunk, and hungry bear losing his hair
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| Living on a boat right off the coast he said
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| «Ain't you got nothing else to do?
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| Just look at my head son
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| Is it lost, or under fire
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| It’s my only one
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| Ain’t you got nothing else to do?»
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| Well, sir I was bought for the lessons I was taught
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| But the Bull and the Goat, they tried
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| To drown me in a moat
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| So, I’ll be on my way, with a kindly «Good day.»
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| It’s enough to say
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| You’re simply in my way
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| Ain’t you a shame?
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| Look at all your friends that came, and left alone
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| They heard you beating that wooden drum
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| Ain’t you a claim
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| To the souls left to hang from oaks for gold?
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| Even in death it’s still so cold
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| After twenty years thought
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| And a thousand acres bought
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| I found the bear in a trap I made;
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| His leg in a mangled state
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| I said, «I'm willing to make a trade;
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| Your life for a simple glass of lemonade.»
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| Well, the Bear he just thought, as I had me rifle cocked
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| Of what the wind through the grass obeyed
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| Of the boat where he once had stayed
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| It said, «I'd love to see you through |
| But I’ve forgotten how to chew
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| I think my head has been rotten through
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| It’s best I be left in two.»
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| Man, don’t be so plain
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| You know that life’s a life with pain
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| It keeps you whole
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| It keeps you wanting to save your soul
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| Oh, God, I feel so tame
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| Hanging diamonds from my name
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| I’m so young, I know
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| That’s why I fear where I won’t go |