| Fathers they have big hands and they pat gently on your head
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| Mothers always make sure everyone is happy and well fed
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| And everything is instant, no one has to wait too long
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| And Lennon never has to sing a Paul McCartney song
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| We’re living here in Joytown, the City of the Sun
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| And everyone loves everyone loves every single one
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| No one sells his roommate’s stuff so he can get a fix
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| And no one fears the darkness, no one fears the number six
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| Everyone talks openly of great things they have read
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| And no one ever says the things that are better left unsaid
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| And everyone has someone they can share their sadness with
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| No one leaves the slightest doubt, no one takes the fifth
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| Jesus and Muhammed and Buddha live in town
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| Zoraster and Ba’h’aula and Moses hangs around
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| And when they get together they are quite a noisy crew
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| They laugh about their legacies over cigarettes and brew
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| Senator McCarthy enjoys a book by Marx
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| And people tear down parking lots
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| So they can build more parks
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| And Jimi plays the perfect note that never seems to end |
| and Martin Luther King has got a blond white girlfriend
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| We’re singing here in Joytown
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| Won’t you come and sing along?
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| We’ll never tell you that you ain’t singing the right notes,
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| Never criticize your song. |