| The painter was dismissed today
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| We paid him off and put him away
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| He’d drawn us true to life and then
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| He’d just refused to do it again
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| For we were not amused at all
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| To see a painting upon the wall
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| Which clearly showed what fools were we
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| To jealously guard a pedigree
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| We were all so very concerned
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| To see the commoners never learned
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| That inter-breeding could be blamed
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| For the decline of the regal brain
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| Indeed the blood was truly blue
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| But thinner with time, alas, we knew
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| Now we are all a little insane
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| And life can never be the same
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| Mister Goya, we all declare
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| Was most unkind and very unfair
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| To paint us in the way he did
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| As if the royals had lost their lids
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| Damn it all, the family pets
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| Were made to look a safer bet
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| Because we give a regal hoot
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| Somebody always cocks a snoot |