| Did you ever sit straight up in bed
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| With somethin' a circlin' round ya head
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| An ya swat at it as it wizzes by
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| And it’s just one pesky little fly
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| You shake ya head an twitch ya nose
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| And settle down to sweep ya floors
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| And when ya just about to dose… fly trouble
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| Buzz buzz buzz goes that busy little fly
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| Buzz buzz buzz he’s takin off an hide
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| You roll the paper up nice and tight
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| And wait around for him to light
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| But theirs a fly that’s a liven right
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| Buzz buzz buzz
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| Now the toughest hide grows on a mule
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| Cause he’s a bulky stuborn fool
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| He likes to look at yu and glare
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| An never even move a hair
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| But when his muscles start to twitch
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| An when his tail begins to swish
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| That mule ain’t bothered with an itch… fly trouble
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| Buzz buzz buzz goes that busy little pest
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| Buzz buzz buzz that mule can’t get no rest
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| He shakes his head an bats his eye
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| An kicks his heels up to the sky
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| Did you ever see a jass ack cry
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| Buzz buzz buzz
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| Now you pick a perfect night in june
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| When flowers are bloomin beneath the moon
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| And ya light of love is shinin' bright
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| An you tell ya self tonights the night
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| Ya brace ya self an ya courage grows
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| An on ya knees where you would propose
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| When somethin bights you on the nose… fly trouble
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| Buzz buzz buzz goes that busy little thing
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| Buzz buzz buzz you swat an loose the ring
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| You fan the air as he goes by
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| An stick ya finger in your eye
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| Hit everything except that fly
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| Buzz buzz buzz |