| I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together
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| See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly
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| I’m crying
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| Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come
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| Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
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| Man, you’ve been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long
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| I am the egg man, they are the egg men
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| I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob
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| Mister City, policeman sitting
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| Pretty little policemen in a row
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| See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run
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| I’m crying, I’m crying
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| I’m crying, I’m crying
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| Yellow matter custard
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| Dripping from a dead dog’s eye
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| Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
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| Boy, you’ve been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down
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| I am the egg man, they are the egg men
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| I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob
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| Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
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| If the sun don’t come, you get a tan
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| From standing in the English rain
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| I am the egg man (now good sir, what are you?)
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| They are the egg men (a poor man, made to tame fortune’s blows)
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| I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob (good pity)
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| G-goo goo g’joob
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| Expert, textpert, choking smokers
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| Don’t you think the joker laughs at you?
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| See how they smile like pigs in a sty
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| See how they snide
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| I’m crying
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| Semolina pilchard
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| Climbing up the Eiffel Tower
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| Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
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| Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe
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| I am the egg man, they are the egg men
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| I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob g-goo goo g’joob
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| Goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob, goo goo
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| Everybody’s got one, everybody’s got one
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| Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper
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| «Villain, take my Purse. |
| If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my Body
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| And give the Letters which thou findst about me
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| To Edmund Earl of Gloucester: seek him out upon the English Party.
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| Oh, untimely death, death-»
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| «I know thee well, a serviceable Villain; |
| as duteous to the Vices of thy
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| Mistress as badness would desire.»
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| «What, is he dead?»
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| «Sit you down, Father; |
| rest you.» |