| I’m going to steer clear of everyone
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| I am no near deer, queer for anyone
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| Flitty me flies high above connections
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| Because the fly that was dried in the glue, yes he made one
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| And if I as a crow see some pizza foil on a trash heap
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| And the sun glints off its silver skin so it leaps just like a fish
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| And I react like a seagull I’ll still pull out in mid-dive
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| In case it’s a trap set by rats…
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| I know, I know, that’s just how I am
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| (do do, do do, do do, do do, do do, do do)
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| (do)
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| It’s trouble up, trouble down:
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| I’ve steered myself so clear of everything
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| If I was a black bear I’d hibernate all through the year
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| But I’m from a race that kept on lapping me so long the crowd went home
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| And left me limping around the track watching my rear view mirror
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| And things look so much better after they have passed me by
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| I feel like Charlie Heston riding on a horse on the beach
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| But I’d rather be an ape if it helps me take the last fruit
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| Off of the very last tree 'cause it’s out of my reach
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| (do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do) |