| You gotta feel sorry for The Guy.
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| Oh, no reason — just brother feelin.
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| You gotta feel sorry for The Guy —
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| no reason but brother feelin.
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| A man in the rain hat had to have his say,
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| Live and let live.
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| The old man watches the water rise.
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| Man, everybody knows something’s gotta give.
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| Something’s gotta give.
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| And when it goes it starts rollin out of everywhere —
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| through floorboards,
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| cracks in walls,
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| oozin down the chimney, halls —
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| a real Son of Blob job.
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| Welcome to our town.
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| People swept along.
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| People swept along and how?
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| With goats,
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| cats,
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| dogs and hats,
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| oozin down the chimney backs —
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| a real Son of Blob job.
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| The man in the rain hat had to have his say,
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| Live and let live.
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| The old man watches the water rise.
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| Man, everybody knows something’s gotta give.
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| Something’s gotta give.
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| Something’s gotta give.
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| Nations rise and fall,
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| dentist appointments forgotten by great and small —
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| mighty or humble,
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| wise man or fool,
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| rivulet or Old Man River.
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| Flaps flippin out of slots every which-a-way.
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| And when it goes it starts rollin out of everywhere.
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| The man in the rain hat had to have his say,
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| Live and let live.
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| The old man watches the water rise.
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| Man, everybody knows something’s gotta give.
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| Something’s gotta give. |