| Too big to fly,
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| Dodo ugly so dodo must die.
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| Dog go, with fear on its side;
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| Can’t change, can’t change the tide.
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| Dog baiter, agitator,
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| Asking questions, says he wants to know why.
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| Ain’t no reason that money can’t buy.
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| Mink, he pretty, so mink he must die,
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| Must die, must die.
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| Sun, he giving life in his light,
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| Part of the system.
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| Friend to man and friend to the trees,
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| No friend to the snowman.
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| Where does he go? |
| What does he do?
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| Does he meet with the mole, the stream, the cloud,
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| And end up at the bottom of the sea?
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| Fish, he got a hook in his throat,
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| Fish, he got problems.
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| Where does he go? |
| What does he do?
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| Does he hope he’s too small, to poor a haul,
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| Who’ll end up bein' thrown back in the sea?
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| I’m back in the sea.
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| Caretaker, horror movie,
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| Only one eye, only needs one boot.
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| Sweet lady, she know she looks good.
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| Vacuum coming for the bright and the brute.
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| Big noise, black smoke,
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| So pig-headed, couldn’t see the joke.
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| But it ain’t funny, ask the fly on the wall.
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| It’s only living, it don’t matter at all,
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| At all, at all.
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| Pimp, he make you drool and grunt,
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| He got an answer. |