| You used to do the ding dong ditch
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| And now you’re livin' as a male witch
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| I can’t stop my morning blaze
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| And you can’t stop the humid, humid oppressive days
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| And then your body starts shaking
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| The sleeper will awaken
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| To a world that was never in his eyes
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| Or of his making
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| The time bomb, it will explode in a day
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| Still the people drive from miles around
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| To sing hip-hip-hooray
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| It’s optical day
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| Let’s start making «K» the letter after «J»
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| It’s optical day
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| Let’s start making «K» the letter after «J»
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| The Tropicana used to be the Shanghai
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| I settle all my scores with jai alai
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| Beholden to the slippery ways
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| And beholden to the Neuvo communist craze
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| They don’t see the lights are dimming
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| And they don’t clean the pools we swim in
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| And they sure don’t know the warm blooded ways of lizard women
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| They are stammerin' cause they don’t know what to say
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| If you stop and think about it too much it just blows you away
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| That’s optical day
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| Let’s start ridiculing people for how much they weigh
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| Ooooh ooooh
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| Ooooh ooooh
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| And though these are fascist times
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| I won’t be a party to your party of vicious crimes
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| I’m living to live good times
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| And raise the roof with my signature rhymes |