| Just keep right on walking
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| Just keep right on walking
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| Don’t dilly-dally, come right home
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| I don’t see why I must go home
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| When in the streets the niceties
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| Come pouring out and over me Its three o’clock and here they come
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| So many that my eyes are numb
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| Familiar faces each and all
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| But I’ve been ordered not to stall
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| Thanks but no thanks, anyway
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| I know that you’re all OK, but
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| My orders come from high above me About a foot or two above me The merry band of «How are you’s»
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| In tweedy suits and pointy shoes
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| They offer me a ride in style
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| And something sweet to make me smile
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| I hate to hurt their feelings so But I’m supposed to tell them no My parents say the world is cruel
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| I think that they prefer it cruel
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| Thanks but no thanks, anyway
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| I know that you’re all OK, but
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| My orders come from high above me About a foot or two above me Just keep right on walking
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| Just keep right on walking
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| Just keep right on walking
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| Just keep right on walking
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| Thanks but no thanks, anyway
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| I know that you’re all OK, but
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| My orders come from high above me About a foot or two above me Thanks but no thanks anyway
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| Thanks but no thanks anyway
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| Thanks but no thanks anyway, anyway, anyway |