| Crying out loud said a face in the crowd
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| Can you hear me talkin'
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| The river was dry that was why
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| I’m on the road and walking
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| A man on a horse with a box on his head
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| He was sayin' to the Nation
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| He pay him dues the goodbye blues
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| Is simple syncopation
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| And then I told my story to the cannibal king
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| Said Shake That Thing
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| Go and see the frogman and tell him
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| All your troubles
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| Take your umbrella cause he
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| Keeps on blowing bubbles
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| Come up and let me analyse you
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| Said the monkey to the weasel
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| And I’ll paint your picture on the wall
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| If you can buy the easel
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| And I told my story to the cannibal king
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| Said baby baby shake that thing
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| Once upon a sunshine
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| Before the final bell
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| I told my story to big boy
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| With connections straight from Hell
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| His fiddle was his sweetheart
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| He was her favourite beau
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| And hear me saying was all he playing
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| Them songs from long ago
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| I told my story to the cannibal king
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| Said baby baby shake that thing
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| Too late too late
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| Can be the cry
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| So take it if you need it
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| Theres no such thing as a dirty book
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| Its just the way you read it
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| So goodbye baby I’ll see you soon
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| Its gotta be that way
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| So bury me not on the lone prairie
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| Coma Tiyi Yipee Yi A
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| Coma Tiyi Yipee Yi A |