| Waited far too long
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| For this day to dawn
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| Marked position with an x and kept floating on
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| Now I stretch and yawn
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| All impostors gone
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| Once again it’s time to reap and sow
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| I’m a rising tide
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| Rollercoaster ride
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| We’re ch-ch-chuggin right into the fun
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| I won’t be denied
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| So you open wide
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| Cause I’m only looking out for you
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| My patrolling days are over
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| And I ain’t shot nobody since
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| I fought the big cheese out of office
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| And showed the hep kids how to dance
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| And now we’re gonna take a ride on the wiggle and sway
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| I got my finger on the trigger and it’s time to play
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| And with every little step I blow your mind away
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| Forever H-P-A!
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| What now! |
| It’s going down!
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| From way up top to the down low
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| Take a chromosome
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| Make it monochrome
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| And I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do
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| Be a rising tide
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| Rollercoaster ride
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| We’re ch-ch-chuggin right into the fun
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| I won’t be denied
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| So you open wide
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| Cause I’m only looking out for you
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| My patrolling days are over
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| And I ain’t shot nobody since
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| I fought the big cheese out of office
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| And showed the hep kids how to dance
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| And now we’re gonna take a ride on the wiggle and sway
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| I got my finger on the trigger and it’s time to play
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| And with every little step I blow your mind away
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| Forever H-P-A!
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| My patrolling days are over
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| And I ain’t shot nobody since
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| I fought the big cheese out of office
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| And showed the hep kids how to dance
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| And now we’re gonna take a ride on the wiggle and sway
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| I got my finger on the trigger and it’s time to play
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| And with every little step I blow your mind away
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| Forever H-P-A!
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| 'Cause my patrolling days are over
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| And I ain’t shot nobody since
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| I fought the big cheese out of office
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| And showed the hep kids how to dance
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| And now we’re gonna take a ride on the wiggle and sway
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| I got my finger on the trigger and it’s time to play
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| And with every little step I blow your mind away
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| Forever H-P-A!
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| Cause see I rolled in through the back door when it was my turn for throne
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| I never wanted to stand on your pedestal man cause I was born to build my own
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| When they say do or die, I said no way no how, they said I wouldn’t last for
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| long
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| But I’m still standing in the hurricane’s eye and it’s dancing to my song
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| Again I rolled in round the back door, no I ain’t got no common sense
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| So you can bitch and whine, but you best stand aside cause I’m doing it again
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| Well no I won’t unwind, I won’t be dumped behind, I won’t be coolly led astray
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| So on the dotted line, I slit my thumb and sign yours truly, HPA!
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| My patrolling days are over
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| And I ain’t shot nobody since
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| I fought the big cheese out of office
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| And showed the hep kids how to dance
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| And now we’re gonna take a ride on the wiggle and sway
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| I got my finger on the trigger and it’s time to play
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| And with every little step I blow your mind away
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| Forever H-P-A! |