| Blow on the shofar tell everyone
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| God He has saved us tell everyone
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| God He has saved so celebrate
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| Go to the temple
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| And give Him thanks
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| In a room within a room
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| Underneath the floor
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| It’s like custom all the way
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| Inside a hidden drawer
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| In the dark old days of doom
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| It’s like custom all the way
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| There ain’t nothing
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| Wrong with that
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| It’s like custom all the way
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| I worked my shaking hands
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| And I molded you from clay
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| It’s like custom all the way
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| Your expression planned
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| So earnest on that day
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| It’s like custom all the way
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| There ain’t nothing
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| Wrong with that
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| It’s like custom all the way
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| And I conjured in the dark
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| And I spoke with evil’s son
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| It’s like custom all the way
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| But I’ll mash your perfect parts
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| When your task is done
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| It’s like custom all the way
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| We frightened all the people
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| And we freaked 'em all at court
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| It’s like custom all the way
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| But your master is so evil
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| So we gotta cut this short
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| It’s like custom all the way
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| Blow on the shofar tell everyone
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| God He has saved us tell everyone
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| God He has saved so celebrate
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| Go to the temple
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| And give him thanks |