| They’re sneaking around, sneaking around, walking in on you
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| Walking in on you, it’s true
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| Here they come, here they come, unannounced and unexpected
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| Walking in on you, they’re coming through
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| Early in the morning, they’re multiplying twofold
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| Growing in their numbers and their size
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| Picking the flowers, oh, walking through your home
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| Looking out for candy and for pie
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| Doesn’t matter what they say, they’ll say it anyway
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| Dragging along a shovel and a pail
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| Licking ice cream cones, eating candy bars
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| Riding on their bikes o’er hill and dale
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| They think that work is play, playing all the day
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| Innocent of worry and of care
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| Wasn’t it yesterday that they weren’t in the way?
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| Pestering their elders on a dare
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| The kids, the kids, they think they own the place
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| Barging in to make themselves at home
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| In their bathing suits, with their great big towels
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| Creeping forward to usurp your throne |