| The put the chairs out on the lawn
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| Grandma’s got her new dress on
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| There’s fresh flowers on Grandpa’s grave
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| And Junior smells of aftershave
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| Oh boy, hey hey, it’s a national holiday
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| Everything’s ready for the big parade
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| The mayor’s got his place in the shade
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| We can’t till the sun goes down
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| To lie on a hill at the end of town
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| While a presidential proclamation
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| Is blasting out across the nation
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| And Mad Dog and his band of jerks
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| Are lighting off the fireworks
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| Oh boy, hey hey, it’s a national holiday
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| It’s a national holiday
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| So let’s all sing the national anthem
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| Free the hostages, pay the ransom
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| Raise the flag, lower the taxes
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| Ban the bomb, bury the hatchet
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| The chiefs of staff have called a session
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| A call for an end to armed aggression
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| They’re easing up on covert actions
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| Appeasing all opposing factions
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| They communicated with the communists
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| Pacified the pacifists
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| Stopped all pain, stopped all sorrow
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| Real life shall resume tomorrow
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| Oh boy, hey hey, it’s a national holiday
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| It’s a national holiday |