| We come in on the morning scan
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| All the way from far arcturus
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| Bringing with us peace and good will
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| From the margins of space and time
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| Our women are slung down low to the ground
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| They’re very good you’ve probably had one
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| Our men are brave, studly and wise
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| A pleasure to behold
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| Right away we walk the walk
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| More or less we talk the talk
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| But every time we make our play
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| Their eyes get wide they run away
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| 'cause the hat stays too flat
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| My hat is way too flat
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| My english she is much better now
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| But my hat remains too flat
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| The man smells a rat
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| And that’s the end of that
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| My english it is more better now
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| But my hat is still too flat
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| Fair arcturus fashion forecast:
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| Skirts will be shorter
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| Legs stay long
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| Virtual raincoats are coming back
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| Hats as always continued flat
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| Back at home the machines work hard
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| We folk like to take it easy
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| Honing our awareness of
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| The finer things of life
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| Here when I go down to my job
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| I work hard for what seems like a long time
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| I look at my watch: fifteen minutes
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| It felt like half a day!
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| Soon enough we break for lunch
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| Me and the boys now I’m one of the bunch
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| But no one wants to sit with me
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| So tell me what can the matter be?
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| The hat stays too flat
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| My hat is way too flat
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| My english she is much better now
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| But the hat is just too flat
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| A little thing like that
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| They don’t get past the hat
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| My english it is more better now
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| But my hat remains too flat |