| You think you’re gonna get all the money, huh? |
| A damn dog!
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| Do you have any idea what I do for that woman?
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| Half of her blood used to be my blood
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| Fluffy little face
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| With your fluffy dumb tail
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| Wagging to the pace
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| Life is tough with your plushy bedding and your tushy-petting-getting
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| Ooo, I could choke you 'til you croak 'cause my life’s a joke
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| You see
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| For once in my life I’d have glee
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| If I didn’t have to lift a finger
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| If I linger here by the Harlem Meer
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| And I have to lag
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| And help an old hag with her handbag
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| «Bless you»
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| Bless you
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| «Achoo»
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| Tissue?
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| «Thank you»
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| Yes, if we talk in the crosswalk
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| Then a bike group bikes by, bye-bye
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| And a horse on its course
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| Pulls its carriage with a force
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| And splat, you’ll be flat
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| Like a hat that’s been sat on
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| Mwahahahahahahahaha
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| Mwahahahahahahahaha
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| Mwahahahahahahahaha
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| Ugh, that’s exhausting
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| If there’s a will, there’s a way, there’s a way
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| If there’s a will, there’s a way, there’s a way
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| There’s a way to get away scot-free
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| With a sneaky-deaky murder of the first degree
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| So, doggy don’t mess
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| See now who’s a pedigree
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| Me
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| Oops, I did not mean to come this way |