| Little Woody Allen sits alone in a playground, but he doesn’t mind
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| The other children play their childish games
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| He’s in his own world, but he’s doing fine
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| All the silly boys are playing with their toys
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| But Woody’s got a typewriter and it’s his pride and joy
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| Little Woody Allen’s very shy, he wouldn’t say boo, boo to a goose
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| But Woody was a very simply child
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| He wouldn’t eat meat nor salads or sweets
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| One little boy wants to be a fireman
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| Another little boy wants to fight for Uncle Sam
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| Not little Woody Allen
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| Little Woody doesn’t dream of rock’n’roll and cars
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| He wants to be in movies and meet his favourite stars
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| Little Woody Allen’s very bright
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| He doesn’t sleep much, or not much at night
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| Little Woody Allen got a girl, Mia Farrow, the girl of my dream
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| All the silly boys are playing with their toys
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| But Woody’s got a typewriter and it’s his pride and joy
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| Little Woody doesn’t dream of rock’n’roll and cars
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| He wants to be in movies and meet his favourite stars |