| Who killed the eskimos who understood the rules of happiness?
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| One step up the hedonic treadmill
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| One slip back on the ugly snakeskin
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| Who raped the great banana growing on the tree of happiness?
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| One point for the dark Satanic mills
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| One up on the noble savage
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| Everything we need is here
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| Stop trying to succeed
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| One point for the dark Satanic
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| Mills, one down for the noble savage
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| Who owns the pop machine
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| The polyester seed?
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| Who owns the pepper mills that
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| Spice up the prickly cabbage?
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| Down by the willow tree I joined you where you fell
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| You said, staring at the sky, I never knew it was that high
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| Don’t know you very well, you’re just another girl
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| Never mind, you stupid cow, I wish you hadn’t said that now
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| Down by the willow tree
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| There’s nothing that could make us happier
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| One step up the hedonic treadmill
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| One slip back on the ugly snakeskin
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| Stop trying to succeed
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| Stop running round your human hamster wheel
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| One point for the dark Satanic mills
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| One up on the noble savage
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| Who drank the pussy milk, who bunged the chalk in the frigid buttercup?
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| One step up the hedonic treadmill
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| One slip back on the ugly snakeskin
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| And just exactly how long do we have to wait for the trees
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| To chop the Nazi axes up?
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| And help the frigid buttercup
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| Weep me and I’ll weep you back
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| The willow seemed to say
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| Swing with the Goodiepal
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| Race Pat Pat off the rocks
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| Down by the willow tree I joined you where you fell
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| You said, staring at the sky, I never knew it was that high
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| Don’t know you very well, you’re just another girl
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| Never mind, you stupid cow, I wish you hadn’t said that now |