| La la la la la la la la la la
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| la la la la la la la la la la
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| Oo-cha cha Oom cha!
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| Oo-cha cha Oom cha!
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| Oo-cha cha Oom cha oo
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| Well you could never know the story of a man
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| Who composed at night Tarantellas.
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| The voices that he heard would scream out quite a melody.
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| And often he would stomp up and yell at his horrid tribulations!
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| Only to find out the floorboards were weakening with age.
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| So he dug down deep and he found the grave of its occupants.
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| He continued to compose as decomposing filled the air!
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| And one night they rose up and helped him with his Tarantellas.
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| They opened up their mouths and breathed out this memory!
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| One, two, three, four!
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| You will never see the light of day we’re alright.
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| Ressurect our souless bodies as you pump out your melodies.
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| Your Tarantella’s not enough! |
| Why don’t you call our bluff?
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| We’ve got you by the teeth now!
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| Don’t you understand you’ll write our songs for all eternity?
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!
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| You will never see the light of day we’re alright.
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| Ressurect our souless bodies as you pump out your melodies.
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| Your Tarantella’s not enough! |
| Why don’t you call our bluff?
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| We’ve got you by the teeth now!
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| Don’t you understand you’ll write our songs for all eternity?
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| La la la la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la la |