| There once was a very famous man
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| On his famous horse he’d ride through the land
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| The people used to see him everywhere
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| When he died, they put a statue in the square
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| (hooray)
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| Here comes the Equestrian Statue
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| Prancing up and down the square
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| Little old ladies stop 'n' say
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| «Well, I declare!»
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| Once a month on a Friday there’s a man
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| With a mop and bucket in his hand
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| To him it’s just another working day
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| So he whistles as he rubs and scrubs away
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| (hooray)
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| Here comes the Equestrian Statue
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| Prancing up and down the square
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| Little old ladies stop 'n' say
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| «Well, I declare!»
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| It’s a sight to bring you joy, you feel so gay
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| And it’s guaranteed to brighten up your day
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| If it’s gray
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| (hooray)
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| Here comes the Equestrian Statue
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| Prancing up and down the square
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| Little old ladies stop 'n' say
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| «Well, I declare!»
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| It’s a sight to bring you joy, you feel so gay
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| And it’s guaranteed to brighten up your day
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| If it’s gray
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| Feel so gay
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| Feel so gay
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| Feel so gay
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| Feel so gay
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| Feel so gay |