| Wait’ll y’dig it on the map — airegin
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| Spelled backwards
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| Really’re closin' up the gap — airegin
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| Gone fac’wards
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| Back long time ago they saw a ghost
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| Ghost made a boast
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| Soon that ghost was host
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| Repeat first 8 bars
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| Those losing their hue
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| They goofed 'n got the wrong view
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| First, things reverse, last is first!
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| Y' dig it!
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| Whatta' y' think o’that’n get a load a'
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| What i tell y'
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| What this place is no one knows it
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| There’s no traces of the kind o’place it was
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| Before it got discovered by the kind o'
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| Cat that knows the earth belongs t’him
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| Back when the world was young
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| An' man was a living god
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| An' he walked this earthly sod
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| This was sod that god would trod on
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| Till one day a stranger landed
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| With a line o’jive
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| Laid it on the natives till he had 'em thinkin'
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| Maybe that they should really take five
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| An' he quickly stole the natives' soul
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| So he could control it
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| An' he took care of that missionary biz
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| Till the lan' was his
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| Never heard a story draggy as that
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| Tell th' truth i ain’t never heard another
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| That exasperated more
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| What an exasperating narrative t’play
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| Upon the sensitive and kindly soul that i am
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| 'way back when i was crawlin' in m’crib
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| I was doin' all kinds o’thinkin'
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| Aw’ready i had figured out the 'cut of m’jib'
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| The kind o’soul that never liked t’tell 'r live a fib
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| A body who was steadily reachin' up
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| A min' always thinkin' on high-minded things
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| Whee! |
| i was always one t’be free
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| Ain’t never had a keeper why don’t people
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| Learn t’git along t’gether stead o'
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| Meddlin' aroun' 'n fussin' with the fella nearest to 'em
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| Me, i’m the old fashioned kind
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| I was never good at follow-the-leader
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| Real real real real real real real
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| That’s me, as real as a yankee can be
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| That’s me
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| Millions o' years ago
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| There was a paleolithic age on earth
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| An' the whole world was young
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| And full o’the vim of constant rebirth
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| Brontosauruses 'n dinosaurs 'n pterodactyls
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| Ever’where abounding that was the case
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| 'n plus the millions o' mammoths here 'n there
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| An' in addition there were lots o’men everywhere
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| Who had no hi-tech and no intellect 'nary a speck
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| But in that spot
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| Where it was so lush, where it was so hot
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| Where many animal was roamin'
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| An' nature was kind, life was thrivin'
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| There livin' was actual an' the feelin' was natural
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| I’m tellin' the truth
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| What-a-benign livin' some livin'
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| All’s forgiven come on home
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| Blew a truly unruly storm
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| That wrecked a boat in a climate warm
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| 'n full o’ashy-colored cats all lookin'
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| White like ghosts
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| 'n when the natives checked 'em out
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| It blew 'em away t’find that they resembled spirits
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| Long ago there was a legend
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| 'bout a spirit who would someday come
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| A look at these cats
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| 'n y' could see they prob’ly had some
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| So they welcomed 'em with peace and love
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| And everything there’s plenty of
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| 'n soon the tables had turned to rigormortis
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| That’s when the castaway had his say
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| Like a dog had his day they told the
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| People that they were spirits actual
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| Y’see how perfectly a fable c’n be
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| Incorporated into what a cat’ll think is factual
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| What was an accident turns int' something
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| So unbelievably heaven-sent
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| Everybody falls for it
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| Right on down t' the militants
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| 'n marchin' 'n the martyrs 'n the murder of lumumba
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| Wait’ll y’dig it on the map — airegin
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| Spelled backwards
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| Really’re closin' up the gap — airegin
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| Gone fac’wards
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| Back long time ago they saw a ghost
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| Ghost made a boast
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| Soon that ghost was host
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| Wait’ll y’dig it on the map — airegin
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| Spelled backwards
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| Really’re closin' up the gap — airegin
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| Gone fac’wards
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| Those losing their hue
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| They goofed 'n got the wrong view
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| First, things reverse, last is first!
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| Y' dig it! |