| Crabwise
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| Over the Andalusian extensions of the life and loves of Noddy
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| Through the windows of disgust
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| The teeth of Leppo and his managers awry
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| No time to cry
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| Sunrise
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| A lamp of no position in the loss of all existence
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| To the vultures without bibles and
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| The preachers without leaves that pass it by
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| No time to sigh
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| All them pretty women
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| Planted in a row
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| You see them in the newspapers
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| But you can’t have 'em -- no!
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| No no no no no no no no! |
| Oh ho ho!
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| They get Lep-Lep-Leppo and the J-J-J-J-J-Jooves
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| They jump on anything that m-m-m-m-m-moves
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| On taxis, coffin-lids, Americans, piano-heads and roofs
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| Leppo…
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| Likewise
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| A farmer and his diary might conspire to freeze a widow
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| So I went to rob the lizard
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| Of his skin, his coat, his money and his earth
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| All that he’s worth
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| Someday
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| You realize that everything you do or see or think of
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| If it interferes with nothing
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| Might as well dissolve in arrows or in tears
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| Nobody hears
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| All them famous people
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| Washed off in the rain
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| Leave not even a puddle, baby
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| All you leave is your name
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| Huh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!Your name!
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| I got a name, baby
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| It’s Lep-Lep-Leppo and the J-J-J-J-J-JoovesOh ho ho!
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| They jump on anything that m-m-m-m-m-moves
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| Ah ha ha! |
| Ah ha ha
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| On taxis, coffin-lids, Americans, piano-heads and roofs
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| Leppo…
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| Listen
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| And you can hear the dripping of the clocks, the reaping of the sun
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| The vengeance of the hammer and
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| The squeamish tight explosion of the liar
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| Burn in the fire
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| Gazing
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| With unforeseeing eyes into the smoke, the lungs of war
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| And all the endless formulations of unusable beginnings that
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| Have grown from hungry rivers into trees
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| Nobody sees
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| All them hungry people
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| They don’t look so good
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| But I don’t let it bother you
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| I don’t see why it should
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| No no no no no no! |
| Oh oh ho
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| Oh ho ho
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| Lep-Lep-Leppo and the J-J-J-J-J-Jooves
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| They jump on anything that m-m-m-m-m-moves
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| On taxis, coffin-lids, Americans, piano-heads and roofs
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| Leppo… |