| «Quick, some redhots,"cried the handsome fullback
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| I’m so nervous at this lonely bivouac
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| All the men have long since gone to bed
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| Once again explaining why in Miss Cheever it’s always raining
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| And the roaring of the lamb
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| Brought my friends out in the rain
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| Now nobody’s quite the same
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| No one’s to blame
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| There’s a fight reported in the wash-dry
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| Smart Eugene refused to share his moon-pie
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| What a shame they start them off so young
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| Who’s to blame for this one
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| Who’ll pay the prophet the day they miss one
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| And the roaring of the lamb
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| Then revealed its awesome powers
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| And the minutes turned to hours
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| No one’s the same
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| Blandon’s baby broke for Eastern Parkway
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| Red Kimono torn and soaked in salt spray
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| Very chic, this wild thing on the run
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| Magnifique, beguiling (nailed Gwynan’s ???) daughter
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| But no one’s smiling
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| And the roaring of the lamb
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| Brought my friends out in the rain
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| Now nobody’s quite the same
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| No one’s to blame |