| Dad’s got something up his sleeve
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| Melting Arthur been conceived
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| I love winter spring and fall
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| You I love the best of all
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| Daddy’s just a bogus man
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| Let us get him while we can
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| In the coal shed when he’s high
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| One and one and one is three
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| That’s too much for you and me
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| Arthur is a good boy now
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| Milks his Mom and milks the cow
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| On a grey mid-winter's morn
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| Melting Arthur he was born
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| He grew up extremely nice
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| Melting hearts as hard as ice, 'cause
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| He loves winter, spring and fall
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| He loves Mother best of all
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| But the sad thing is to say
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| Nasty Dad gets in the way
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| His demons become too much
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| She recoils at his touch
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| Sleeps out in the rabbit hutch
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| With Arthur
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| Nasty Dad
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| Nasty Dad
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| Nasty Dad
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| Nasty …
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| Dad gets jealous, what a drag
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| Finds them in a sleeping bag
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| Though he’s only
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| But Dad constructs a special bomb
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| To blow them all to kingdom come
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| But melting Arthur gets there first
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| Melts down Dad and buys a hearse |