| they asked me to come down and watch the parade
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| and to march down the street like the duracell bunny
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| with a wink and a wave from the cavalcade
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| throwing out candy that looks like money
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| to people passing by that all seem to be going the other way
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| said won’t you follow me down to the rose parade
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| tripped over a dog in a choke-chain collar
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| people were shouting and pushing and saying
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| and when I traded a smoke for a food stamp dollar
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| a ridiculous marching band started playing
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| and got me singing along with some half-hearted victory song
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| won’t you follow me down to the rose parade
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| won’t you follow me down to the rose parade
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| won’t you follow me down to the rose parade
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| the trumpet has obviously been drinking
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| because he’s fucking up even the simplest lines
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| I’d say it’s a sight that’s quite worth seeing
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| it’s just that everyone’s interest is stronger than mine
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| and when they clean the street I’ll be the only shit that’s left behind
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| won’t you follow me down to the rose parade
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| won’t you follow me down to the rose parade
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| won’t you follow me down to the rose parade |