| And funny things happen to Ida
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| When little boys look her way
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| She’s not afraid to say hello
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| It’s just one of her funny days
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| Give her the key and she’s ready to fire
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| Burn like garbage in the can
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| She’s not colonial or European
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| Ida-Ho is just an Englishman
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| And a mocking monkey isn’t talking anymore
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| Ida lurks behind every door
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| Give her the key and she’s ready to fire
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| She’s a native and she understands
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| Americana the son of Sam
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| Cakes and wine and a little sunshine
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| She has no heart but a lot of soul
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| Oh the mocking monkey doesn’t talk anymore
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| Ida lurks behind every door
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| No wise tonight to show them fright
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| Everything in heaven’s so fine
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| The meatmen are incredibly kind
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| A public revenge will always get you in the end
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| That’s the mess that scalpels make
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| She stalks through the streets cheek by jowl
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| Cheek by jowl, and an awful scowl
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| That’s a nice new dress
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| Yes, mama chose best
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| And funny things happen to Ida-Ho
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| when the big boys say hello
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| No, no, don’t mess with the girl
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| with a name like Ida-Ho
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| Everything in heaven’s so fine
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| The meatmen are incredibly kind
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| A public revenge will always get you in the end
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| That’s the mess that scalpels make
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| What is wrong with those people out there
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| Do those anxious swordsmen go mad en masse
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| No, Ida-Ho is saying Mass Pay your respects to another cigarette
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| Everything in heaven’s so fine
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| The meatmen are incredibly kind
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| A public revenge will always get you in the end
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| That’s the mess that scalpels make
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| She walks through the streets
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| And she’s ready to fire
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| Ida laughs with an awful howl
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| No jockstrap flags, and no more rules
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| No kick-ass laughs from the golden mule
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| Look what a mess, yes, mama knows best
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| Everything in heaven’s so fine
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| The meatmen are incredibly kind
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| A public revenge will always get you in the end
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| Just like the mess that scalpels make |