| Where the toys are
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| That’s where dad will be
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| Without a clue or what to do
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| He still insists on building stuff for me
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| Where the toys are
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| Who knows what I’ll see
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| A wobbly bite, a flightless kite
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| To games that still need batteries
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| In a box with a million pieces
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| Are instructions he won’t read
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| And he never lets me help him
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| No matter how I plead
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| Till I’m older I’ll wait so nervously
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| Where the toys are
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| Where the toys are
|
| Where the toys are
|
| That’s where dad will be
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| In a box with a million pieces
|
| Are instructions he won’t read
|
| And he never lets me help him
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| No matter how I plead
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| Till I’m older I’ll wait so nervously
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| Where the toys are
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| Where the toys are
|
| Where the toys are
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| That’s where dad will be
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| That’s where dad will be
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| That’s where dad will be
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| Oh no, that’s where dad will be
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| I know he’s trying
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| That’s where dad will be
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| Doesn’t look good
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| That’s where dad will be
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| Oh no, oh no, oh no |