| What shall we do about them
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| When they move into your neighbourhood
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| They take over but good
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| They want you all body and soul
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| Then it’s just your body
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| Then they go
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| What shall we do about them
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| What do they want
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| What shall we do about them
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| What do they want
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| What shall we do about them
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| What do they want
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| One of them asked me to dine
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| Then he ate me all up
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| Got full then he blew me up
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| I got big and round and lovable
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| He saw I was immovable
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| He got bored, went to war
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| I got one baby, he’s giving me more
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| Once I swore I’d never give myself up
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| I know that them we are not
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| I have loved them alot
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| And I have loved alot of them
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| You could say that I am experienced
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| Enough to know that they are aliens
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| Do you keep them away, beg them to stay
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| Say it’s O.K., do it their way
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| I used to say I’d never give myself up |