| I’m not no red football
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| To be kicked around the garden
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| No no
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| I’m a red Christmas-tree ball
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| And I’m fragile
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| I’m not no animal
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| Though I am to you
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| I’m not no crocodile
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| Like the one in Dublin Zoo
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| Who lived in a cage
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| The length and breadth of his body
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| When a window which people would look through
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| And throw coins on his back to taunt him
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| Though he couldn’t move
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| Even if he wanted to
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| I’m not no animal in the zoo
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| I’m not no whipping boy for you
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| You may not treat me like you do
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| I’m not no animal in the zoo
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| My skin is not a football for you
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| My head is not a football for you
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| My body’s not a football for you
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| My womb is not a football for you
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| My heart is not a football for you
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| I’m not no animal in the zoo
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| This animal will jump up and eat you
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| I’m not no animal in the zoo
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| And I’ve every intention
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| Of leaping up and getting you |