| I stood on the roof, stood toward dark
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| To get a better look at the Fledderjons' lawn
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| Big sharp pistols, ammo too
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| Nothing but books about World War II
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| Rottweiler, Dobermann, a Pinkerton guard
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| I ain’t allowed in Buzz Fledderjon’s yard
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| I ain’t allowed
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| No, I ain’t allowed
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| I said, I ain’t allowed in Buzz Fledderjon’s yard
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| I seen a python swallowing a Dobermann whole
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| Piranhas swimming in a mixing bowl
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| Buzz Fledderjon
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| Paper’s full of stabbings, the sky’s full of crows
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| She’s singing in Italian while she’s hanging out her clothes
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| Carp in the bathtub and it’s raining real hard
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| I ain’t allowed in Buzz Fledderjon’s yard
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| I said that I ain’t allowed
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| No, I ain’t allowed
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| No, I ain’t allowed in Buzz Fledderjon’s yard.
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| Well, the sailor’s ringing doorbells, the sinner’s in the pew
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| Weathervane’s squeaking to the west
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| I seen the cliffs of Dover and the deepest ocean blue
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| One thing in the world I can’t recommend to you
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| Because I ain’t allowed
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| I said, I ain’t allowed
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| No, I ain’t allowed in Buzz Fledderjon’s yard
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| I said, I ain’t allowed
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| No, I ain’t allowed
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| I ain’t allowed in Buzz Fledderjon’s yard
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| I ain’t allowed
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| I ain’t allowed
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| I said, I ain’t allowed in Buzz Fledderjon’s yard |