| Well my eyes flew open this morning
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| I was thinking about a troubled dream
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| The technotronic lad was feeling very bad
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| He was working on a naughty scheme
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| If we can get some of that good brown rice
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| From out of that oozin mud
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| Throw it on a platter say lookee here
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| I took it with my own red blood
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| No, you can’t make me believe that’s right
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| You’re wrong in what you say
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| You computed your head
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| While laying in a bed on a bright and sunny day
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| Full of vermouth while searching for the truth
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| In a slight haphazard way
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| Then you told me that the band would play
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| On a dull and gloomy day
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| And I know it’s not true
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| Well he got out his toy computer
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| Little slide rule in green
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| Started calculation with a bit of fabrication
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| On a world with his promised dream
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| Territorial right was what he had to fight
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| And he said he knew that 'it ain’t mine'
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| But see here now child
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| We been good everything’ll just be fine
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| He was expending all of his power
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| They took away one of his toys
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| And old mother Hubbard was running around
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| Saying what have you done to my boys
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| With your nice clean clothes
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| You’re playing in the mud
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| You don’t listen to my advice
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| Now sit here and get in this house
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| And watch the cat go looking for mice
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| Well I hope to God that that woman’s right
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| She’s right in what she say |