| What a disgrace, just look at this place
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| Mired in the darkness and gloom
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| I say out with the dreary and in with the cheery
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| Let’s fix up and brighten this room.
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| If this were my home I’d start by giving it a darn good dustin',
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| scrape off the crust where the crust is crustin', throw off the rust where the
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| rust is rustin' If this were my home.
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| If this were my home I’d give all the furniture a coat of varnish,
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| shine up the silverware that’s dull and tarnished, dress up the meals with a
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| decorative garnish,
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| If this were my home, I’d redecorate and renovate the place from top to bottom;
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| It’ll take the skill of 20 Martha Stewarts and Honey, I gottem.
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| If this were my home I’d mend every tatter and fray for certain,
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| add a dash of flash and a pinch of?
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| Put up the lights and pull down the curtain, If this were my home.
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| If this were my home I’d give it some glitter and sparkle and luster;
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| What if the Beet starts to blow and bluster?
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| I’d give him a piece of my mind, then Buster!
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| If this were my home I’d chop out these plants that haven’t been alive for |
| years and let’s?
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| stuffed animals too — that’s music to my ears.
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| If this were my home I’d greet every patron with a friendly smile,
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| serve them up the extra with flair and style, Let them see we always go the
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| extra mile, If this were my home; |
| If this were my home; |
| If this were my home. |