| And the weatherman said to my friend, «What's your name?»
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| My friend said, «Write yours down, mine is almost the same
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| Erase the 'S' and 'M' in their place put a 'G' and 'R'
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| And an 'N' 'D', look at me, what’s that say?»
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| Then the weatherman stood with his head hung in shame
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| He took off his big belt, put it down, turned away
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| But my friend said, «Don't leave I just harvested beets
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| Let’s go eat at my place.»
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| With his mouth full the weatherman stared at his place
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| And he knew it was his heart that made my friend great
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| Not his muscles, his money, his job or his name
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| Or his fame see my friend isn’t famous
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| He is just a good person who grows what he eats
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| And if you have a mouth then he will try to feed you
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| And if you are cold he’ll put wood in the stove
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| Grab a quilt and some warm flannel sheets
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| So the Grand Champion called up Sam Champion
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| Said, «Let's plant a garden in the heart of this wasteland.»
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| And Sam said, «Hey man, this will be great breaking news.»
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| But Grand said, «I won’t wait for your camera crew
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| See I don’t do what I do for the glory
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| I don’t do what I do because it’s a good story
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| I do what I do because there is a need
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| And a hunger created by corporate greed
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| See there’s a surplus of food in this country
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| And nobody should ever go to sleep hungry
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| But that food is kept under lock and key
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| Considered a priviledge for people with money.»
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| Then the weatherman dropped to his hands and his knees
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| With a tear in his eye and unable to speak
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| He was driven to action by only compassion
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| He dug in the dirt and he planted some beans
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| Planted some beans
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| Planted some beans
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| Planted some beans
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| Planted some beans
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| My grandma said to me
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| «If you only have one bean
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| And you meet someone with no bean
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| You should give them half your bean
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| 'Cause you will be less hungry
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| If you eat just half a bean
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| Then if you a whole bean
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| In front of somebody with no bean» |