| If only there were some way to shut out
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| All this noise in my head
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| Oh wait there already is
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| It’s called McCafferty’s Bib
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| I used to have eleven problems
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| Then they all went away
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| When I added one more
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| Called McCafferty’s Bib
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| Now the gray, gray clouds
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| Have arrived and the gray, gray clouds
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| Have decided to stay with us from now on
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| I ate the whole bottle of pills
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| And wondered what I had swallowed
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| And I saw that
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| The label Said McCafferty’s Bib
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| And then all the scenery melted away
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| And in back of it
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| The only thing left
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| Was McCafferty’s Bib
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| And the gray, gray clouds
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| Have arrived and the gray, gray clouds
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| Have decided to stay with us from now on
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| In cities all over the world
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| All the people are suddenly struck
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| By the same idea
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| They’re massing in public squares
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| And they’re singing a note
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| That rises from low to high
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| With one hand they’re holding up
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| Signs of Bob Hope, in the other
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| Hand, everyone’s
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| Waving McCafferty’s Bib
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| The toothpaste won’t go back in the bottle
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| Since it granted our wish
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| And we will never be rid
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| Of McCafferty’s Bib |