| My name is mathias and I came to say this
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| I’ve got a big bushy beard and kissable lips
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| And I carry all my fat in my ass and my hips
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| The rest of me is skinny as a stick
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| In the sixties my mom was hip and mini-skirted
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| She was raised as a catholic but then she converted
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| ‘cause she loved my dad’s religion and she loved him too
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| And that’s how I was born a jew
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| They lived and went to school in buffalo
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| But my dad decided that they had to go
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| The vietnam war would not be good for his health
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| And that’s how I was born in the commonwealth
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| Where we’re born and when we die
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| We can’t control that
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| And life in between is just war and combat
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| There are targets you can shoot for and mines to circumvent
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| But most of life is an accident
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| I’ve spent time in peterborough and in winnipeg
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| But leaving is living if you just use your legs
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| Everywhere is nice if you drink enough beer
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| So some days I’m there and some days I’m here
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| But it’s not about sowing my wild oats or whatever
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| I sowed my oats when I was young and I thought I was clever
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| And my oats all rotted in the field where they lay
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| So I’m oatless and unemployed these days
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| But I have a ukulele and I have a guitar
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| Though I don’t have a house or a kid or a car
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| I’d like to keep it that way for as long as I can
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| But you know what they say about the best laid plans
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| Where we’re born and when we die
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| We can’t control that
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| And life in between is just war and combat
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| There are targets you can shoot for and mines to circumvent
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| But most of life is an accident
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| And an accident is something that you don’t plan
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| Like the y chromosome between a woman and a man
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| One day I might get hit by a bus or get cancer
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| But right now all I am is a fabulous dancer
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| So dance with me baby
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| Put your hands on my hips
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| Kiss my aforementioned kissable lips
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| Wherever we are
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| Baby that’s where we’re at
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| My name is mathias
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| And I came to say that |