| Welcome, everybody, we are proud
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| To introduce the famous Doctor Stroud
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| He has come to bring your little town
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| His one and only «Potion Golden Crown»
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| You gotta take one, two, three sips of his brew
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| Within a day the miracle comes true
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| Tarred and feathered (… Is a risk we have to run)
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| What’s your problem, what is your complaint?
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| Does your hrad ache, do your fields need rain?
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| We are here to give you health and luck
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| To compensate our costs, we nee some bucks
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| Give us one, two, three, and you will see
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| Your life will run in peace and harmony
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| Tarred and feathered (… Is a risk we have to run)
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| We beg your pardon, sorry, but we have to leave
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| Another friendly city got another grief
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| We’d like to thank you for your hospitality
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| We’d like to thank you for your generosity
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| The Sherrif’s right behind us with a pistol in his hand
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| Better keep running, better keep running, man! |