| Well, Frank said to Alice
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| «Don't tell anybody that you didn’t kill the chicken»
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| Let the illusion in Toronto survive
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| And live beyond what is always written
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| Gabba gabba hey
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| A be bop a lula
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| Wham bam thank you, ma’am
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| She wants to do ya'
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| Get your boots on, get your boots on
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| Get your boots on, get your boots on
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| Well, Bonnie carved notches in her gun today
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| While Jackson Pollack lies in the distance
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| The Monkees discuss taking LSD
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| And living on the path of least resistance
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| Gabba gabba hey
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| A be bop a lula
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| Wham bam thank you, ma’am
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| She wants to do ya'
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| Get your boots on, get your boots on
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| Get your boots on, get your boots on
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| Well, Dylan Bob went electric today
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| Laughing through walls of distortion
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| Alsonso the Armless chopped his arms to pray
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| And all the little folkies cried «revolution»
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| Gabba gabba hey
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| A be bop a lula
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| Wham bam thank you, ma’am
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| She wants to do ya'
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| Get your boots on, get your boots on
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| Get your boots on, get your boots on |