| Though only 5'4, you could see he was a man among men
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| Kickin' him to the floor, right, his eyes would only water
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| Thankin' one once again you could hear him saying in that order now
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| Ease him while you can, start pickin' what you oughta
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| Some say he’s a little crazy
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| 'Bad Smell' is passing by
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| Maybe he’s living in a haze
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| But you should see that boy fly
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| Standing not far away, you could see him with a finger up his nose
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| Can’t bring myself to say what he’s doing with the other
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| Twice in the afternoon he would come out with his head up in a cloud
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| Selling hot-air balloons to the people who could bother
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| His smile would send you senses reeling
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| From your toe jump to your head
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| And his breath would guarantee you see
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| That you would rather be dead
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| Though he may seem a little crazy
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| Distasteful to your eye
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| He may be living in a haze
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| But you should see that boy fly
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| Some said he’s a little crazy
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| 'Bad Smell' is passing by
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| He’ll change the expression on your face
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| When you just see that boy fly… |