| Bit by bit, I'm gonna get my bricks out in the sticks
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| Bit by bit, I'm gonna build my house in the wildest thickets
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| I'm gonna get away from all those mouths and my shit
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| I'm gonna say goodbye to all the la-di-da-di-da-di-da-di-da
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| I'm getting on a mountain, far away from the people on the ground and
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| Some cop sticking up my wagon
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| One by one
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| (One by one)
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| I'm gonna get my properties all bundled up
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| (Bundled up)
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| To the branch of a poplar tree and saunter off
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| With a buck and a wildebeest
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| We're getting lost, we're getting lost, we're getting lost
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| I'm getting on a mountain, far away from the people on the ground and
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| Some cop sticking up my wagon
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| Chop chop we gonna build a cabin, up top on a pretty little mountain
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| Fuck off all you people on the ground, ya!
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| No I won't bring too much of anything
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| Maybe a little slicker for the rain
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| Maybe just a good book and a heart to break
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| I'll make a mistress of a little Wiccan thing
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| Bit by bit, I'm gonna get my bricks out in the sticks
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| Bit by bit, I'm gonna build my house in the wildest thickets
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| I'm gonna get away from all those mouths and my shit
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| I'm gonna say goodbye to all the la-di-da-di-da-di-da-di-da
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| I'm getting on a mountain, far away from the people on the ground and
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| Some cop sticking up my wagon
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| Chop chop we gonna build a cabin, up top on a pretty little mountain
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| Fuck off all you people on the ground, ya! |