| Well, if your name’s Mucky
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| You can count yourself lucky
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| That you’re still walkin' round on four feet
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| 'Cause I’ll tell you right now
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| Though I don’t know how
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| This is the first people right there in the street
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| And it’s rare that a pig
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| Makes it back from a gig
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| Without comin' at your physical harm
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| And most be sayin' «Oh
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| I didn’t know»
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| And they wind up on that bacon farm
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| I don’t mind dressin' in black
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| If I thought it would get your temperature back
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| And if your name’s Queep
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| You’re quite unique
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| And it’s taken you over the top
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| Mr. Rogers and I
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| Don’t know the Messiah
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| But since you walked into the shop
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| Well if your name’s Kent
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| It’s known that you’re bent
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| It’s an actual, undeniable fact
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| Cause the law 'round here
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| It’s got cloth ears
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| So you never get caught in the act
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| Well, I don’t mind dressin' in blue
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| If I thought it would make a difference to you
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| There’s nobody
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| There’s nobody
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| There’s nobody like you
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| There’s nobody
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| There’s nobody
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| There’s nobody like you
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| If your name’s Him
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| Well, it’s only a whim
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| But you seem to be nowhere at all
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| And if your name’s Her
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| And you’re covered in fur
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| And you’re waiting for Him in the hall
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| The stuff that you sell
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| And the way that you smell
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| Is to say the least, way out of place
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| If I had a choice
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| Between the fist and the voice
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| You know, I’d push you right out of your face
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| Well, I don’t mind dressin' in green
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| If I thought that you’d understand what I mean
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| There’s nobody
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| There’s nobody
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| There’s nobody like you |