| Forty thousand headmen couldn’t make me change my mind
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| If I had to take the choice between the deafman and the blind
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| I know just where my feet should go and that’s enough for me
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| I turned around and knocked them down and walked across the sea
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| Hadn’t traveled very far when suddenly I saw
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| Three small ships a-sailing out towards a distant shore
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| So lighting up a cigarette I followed in pursuit
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| And found a secret cave where they obviously stashed their loot
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| Filling up my pockets, even stuffed it up my nose
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| I must have weighed a hundred tons between my head and toes
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| I ventured forth before the dawn had time to change its mind
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| And soaring high above the clouds I found a golden shrine
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| Laying down my treasure before the iron gate
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| Quickly rang the bell hoping I hadn’t come too late
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| But someone came along and told me not to waste my time
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| And when I asked him who he was he said, 'Just look behind'
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| So I turned around and forty thousand headmen bit the dirt
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| Firing twenty shotguns each and man, it really hurt
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| But luckily for me they had to stop and then reload
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| And by the time they’d done that I was heading down the road |