| So I wonder why when the pie in the sky
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| Gets green at the edge, jumps a senile hedge
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| And asks questions
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| So I asked my ma, and she said ask your pa
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| And he said ask your ma, and wonders why his kids ask questions
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| So you fill me up with the gooseberry bush, and tales of the stork
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| And you tell me to hush when I ask questions
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| (synthesized)
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| Daddy, where do I come from?
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| (spoken, man)
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| Well son, you rather caught your old dad on the hop
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| I suppose the birds and the bees they won’t do, no, no they won’t do
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| Think of flowers, the flower carrying the seed, yeah that’s mommy
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| Mommy the flower, and your daddy sort of fornicates the flower
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| No, no, pollinates, fornicates, pollinates
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| No son, you didn’t just grow in the garden
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| No, daddy didn’t pick you
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| No, you stayed with the flower
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| And you sort of grew and grew and grew, and suddenly you’re you
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| That won’t do son? |
| No, uh, well, it’s the best I can do
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| (spoken, boy)
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| No daddy, the fertilization occurs when the male seeds reach the female egg
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| You’re drunk, you’re drunk
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| With your back teeth floating in a gallon of booze
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| You can’t even work out how to fasten your shoes
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| You get yourself into such a state
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| You’re found drunk in charge of a roller skate
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| It’s no small wonder that you can’t even answer questions |