| When the brat upstairs got a drum kit
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| She played her lil' heart out
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| Each bash and crash, each thwack and thump
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| Was free of doom or doubt
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| The plates would plummet from the rail
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| The cats would screech and zoom about
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| But you and I, we didn’t care
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| For we were living in love’s lair
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| When the kid upstairs discovered ska
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| The genre to which one jumps
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| She pogoed up and down the floor
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| The ceiling fell in clumps
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| T’was quiet when she was at school
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| Until the month she got the mumps
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| But you and I, did we complain?
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| We were in love, on Lovers' Lane
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| But you and I, we didn’t mind
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| For love is deaf, and dumb, and blind |