| Where did you go after the parade
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| I wandered, searching for about an hour
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| Then I parked it on a bench
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| Shifting and sulking
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| Those pesky little mosquitoes
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| They nearly, nearly, nearly, nearly drained me
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| Then a man dripping with vitalis
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| Said I looked like Joe Namath
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| He asked me did I used to be famous
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| And I said «neighbor, I’m famously late»
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| And I said «neighbor, I’m famously late»
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| Where did you go after the parade
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| You never even appeared to enjoy it
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| I came out of it with a slight experience
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| Drinking and howling at the natives
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| You’re a great at disappering
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| You left me with an ear ache
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| I spit into the swan lake saying
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| «what a hideous rewiev»
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| Saying, «what a hideous rewiev»
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| Weather, barometric pressaure
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| Push me to the ground
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| My stomach is growling
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| I always heard this was such a festive town
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| But everybody over ten years old is frowning
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| Everybody over ten years old is frowning
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| Where did you go after the parade
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| I didn’t expecting you to be bolting away
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| Remember the time you took me
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| To see Harold and Maude
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| 'cause I didn’t know the meaning
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| Of the word catharsis
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| We are busy weaklings
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| Poking around for reasons
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| We are happy little heathens
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| It’s just time we both admit it
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| It’s time we both admit it |