| Oh Mrs. O Will you tell us where the naughty children go Will you show
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| How the sky turned white and everybody froze
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| Heaven knows
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| How they got into the fireplace
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| But everybody’s saying grace
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| And trying to keep a happy face
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| And Oh Mrs. O Can you teach us How to keep from getting cold
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| Out we go And you watch us as we face the falling snow
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| What a show
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| With our hairdryers aimed heavenwards
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| And fifty foot extension cords
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| You really have a way with words
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| The truth can’t save you now
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| Ah ah ah
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| The sky is falling down
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| Oh oh oh
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| Watch the vultures
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| Count the hours
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| April trains may
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| Bring strange showers
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| And Oh Mrs. O Will you tell about the time they made you go All alone to the palace where they took your only clothes
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| We all know
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| There’s no hell and no Hiroshima
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| Chernobyl was a cover up The world is really all in love
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| And Oh Mrs. O Will you leave us hanging now that we are grown
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| Up and old
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| Will you kill me if I say I told you so We all know
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| There’s no Hitler and no holocaust
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| No winter and no Santa Claus
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| And yes Virginia all because
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| The truth can’t save you now
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| Ah ah ah
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| The sky is falling down
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| Oh oh oh
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| Everything they ever told us Shakes our faith and
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| Breaks their promise
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| But you can stop the truth
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| From leaking
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| If you never stop believing |