| They call me Mr. Knowitall
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| I will not compromise
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| I will not be told what to do
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| I shall not step aside
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| They call me Mr. Knowitall
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| I have no time to waste
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| My mouth it spews pure intellect
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| And I’ve such elegant taste
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| They call me Mr. Knowitall
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| I sup the aged wine
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| Oh I could tell such wondrous tales
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| If I should find the time
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| I must be Mr. Knowitall
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| For ideas they come in bounds
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| I am Mr. Knowitall
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| Now spread the word around
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| They call me Mr. Knowitall
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| I am so eloquent
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| Perfection is my middle name
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| And whatever rhymes with eloquent |