| There was one September day that Papa worked too hard
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| First he crucified every dandelion out in the yard
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| Then he screamed at baby twice for throwing rocks at passing cars
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| Baby didn’t listen, so like a priceless work of art
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| He got snatched by his Papa who then opened up the closet door
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| And pushed the four-year-old down, onto the closet floor
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| Baby cried «I'm sorry, I won’t do it no more
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| Papa said «Yeah, I know, that’s what this here’s for»
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| Smack
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| Ooh Papa
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| Smack! |
| Smack!
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| Ooh Papa, Papa
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| Smack
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| Ooh Papa
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| Smack! |
| Smack
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| Ooh Papa, Papa
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| As the door closes, baby starts to cry
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| «Please don’t lock me up again, without a reason why»
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| Papa just went outside and pointed a shotgun up in the sky
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| He said «How come I don’t love my woman?»
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| Then he took aim and died
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| Boom!
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| Papa
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| Boom! |
| Boom!
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| Papa, Papa
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| Boom!
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| Papa
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| Boom! |
| Boom!
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| Papa, Papa
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| Don’t abuse children, or else they turn out like me
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| Fair to partly crazy, deep down we’re all the same
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| Every single one of us knows some kind of pain
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| In the middle of all that’s crazy, this one fact still remains
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| If you love somebody, your life won’t be in vain
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| And there’s always a rainbow, at the end of every rain |