| Now lloyd was unaccustomed to the company he kept
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| That night he pulled out all the stops
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| Yeah, it was nothing but the best
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| He proffered kosher funnel cakes
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| Hell, he powdered every plate
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| Poured them all some manischevitz
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| So they wouldn’t mind the wait
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| He was all like,
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| «come in, come in now. |
| Please, please take a seat»
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| While his giggling girls, they twittered down the hall
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| But you could almost smell the tension
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| Through the windows, from the street
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| Yeah, you could almost read the writing on the wall
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| Yeah the writings on the walls
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| Folks greased up their little torches
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| And they pitch forked 'round the house
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| They cried, «we'd like to get to know them lloyd,
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| Why don’t you send them out?»
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| Slipping through the front door, lloyd he begged them to decist
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| Then he made them all an offer even he could not resist
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| Meanwhile, his guests are getting restless
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| As they scrape back in their chairs
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| Poke their beaks out of the windows and glower down the stairs
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| They yanked ol' lloyd back in the house told him,
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| «good god man, pack up the kids, pack up the wife,
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| And fire up the van!!»
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| Soaking up the rain
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| With a shaker full of salt
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| Gotta get away
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| You better, you better
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| Soaking up the rain
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| With a shaker full of salt
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| Gotta get away
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| So lloyd packed up the family
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| And they headed it ouf town
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| (this was before the ocean died, see, and walls burned to the ground)
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| They said, «just keep on drivin' man. |
| Maybe hide out in the woods.»
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| So very few instructions
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| Even fewer understood
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| Now mamma, don’t look back in anger
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| Mamma don’t look back at all
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| But she never could contain herself
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| (no it’s really not her fault)
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| She had her mothers crystal china and her daddys crystal balls
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| Then a flash, then a bang, then a shaker full of salt
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| Soaking up the rain
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| With a shaker full of salt
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| Gotta get away
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| No it ain’t her fault
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| Soaking up the rain
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| With a shaker full of salt
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| Gotta get away
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| Poor old what’s her face…
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| Later in the evening after everything they’d seen
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| Those whispering, giggling girls cooked up a nasty little scheme
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| The buggers and the beggars would have shook their heads in shame
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| But they didn’t get the chance man, they was soaking up the rain!
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| A little drop of poison in a jigger full of wine
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| You keep it in the family, it all works out in time
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| See lloyd was not the kind of man to love and leave a lady
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| He raised up two strong daughters
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| Then he made his own grand babies! |