| You give me valentine, think you’re a writer
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| You hit the ceiling, now you’re a fighter
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| You dance a tap, you look like a plumber
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| You flash a smile, become a summer, are you a summer?
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| You grow a daffodil, then you’re a gardener
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| You pick a few chords and now you’re Wagner
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| You play a trick on me, think you’re magician
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| You dance the bump, babe, you cause collision, see, a collision
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| (Bang bang) I’m a carpenter, carpenter
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| (Chop chop) I’m a woodchopper, yeah
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| (Oh bang bang) I’m a carpenter, carpenter
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| (Chop chop) I’m a woodchopper, yeah
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| Hey, pop star.
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| You make the chart once, they call you star kid
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| You play snap, you’re the Cincinnati Kid
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| You shake your rhythm stick, they adore you Dan in Chelsea
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| You beat the slot machine, you think you’re wealthy, are you wealthy, hey, ooo?
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| You make a fascist stance, you’re this year’s model
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| Anybody knows boy, it’s all a doddle
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| It takes a lawyer, boys, a month to mail yer
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| We’ve all gone mad, no sense of values, no sense of values, ooo
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| (Bang bang) I’m a carpenter, carpenter
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| (Chop chop) I’m a woodchopper, yeah
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| (Oh bang bang) I’m a carpenter, carpenter
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| (Chop chop) I’m a woodchopper.
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| You’ve been a fickle lot since time immemorial
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| The lunacy stems, I’m sure, from editorial
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| But pay me no heed, I’m just accusatorial
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| But that’s the way it is, I’m sorry y’all, I’m sorry y’all.
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| (Bang bang) I’m a carpenter, carpenter
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| (Chop chop) I’m a woodchopper, yeah
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| (Oh bang bang) I’m a carpenter, carpenter
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| (Chop chop) I’m a woodchopper, yeah.
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| (Bang bang) I’m a carpenter, carpenter
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| (Chop chop) I’m a woodchopper, woodchopper
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| (Oh bang bang) I’m a carpenter, carpenter
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| (Chop chop) oh I’m a woodchopper, yeah yeah yeah yeah. |