| Down in the dumps
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| Me and the seagulls we were looking for lumps
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| They all get scared when off of one of the bumps: jumps
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| I have to clutch
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| I have to tell him his commands all in Dutch
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| He likes to treat but he don’t like to touch much
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| I forget to fix his card
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| Down on Richmond Boulevard
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| Running through the yard, keenly
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| High on the hills
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| They laid the sod thought they were full of the fills
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| Now when we’re searching I swear all of the kills stills
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| Wrinkling his brow
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| He takes a sniff and drags me over there now
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| He looks all worried when he tells me a bow wow
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| I forget to fix card
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| Down on Richmond Boulevard
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| Running through, keenly
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| Shade by the sheds
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| I drink a coke he digs a hole and he heads
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| Back where they came, where the trucks leave their treads, speds
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| Over the sift
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| He goes all round it past the end of his shift
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| I make him leave he lets me know he feels miffed, stiffed
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| I forget to fix my card
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| Down on Richmond Boulevard
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| Stumbling through the yard, sleepy |