| Great, round, wonderful, beautiful world
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| And the wonderful water around the curve
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| And everything that’s in the world
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| I hops up and marries a glamour girl
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| I’m mad
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| You done me wrong this time, baby
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| I’m mad
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| And you have the nerve to try to be glad
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| Ask my baby could she stand to see me cry
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| She said, «Yes, I could stand to see you buried alive»
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| I’m mad
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| You done me wrong this time, baby
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| I’m mad
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| And you have the nerve to try to be glad
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| Now, I can go down in the bottom of the sea
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| Count the grains of sand
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| Peek through muddy water and spy dry land
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| I’m mad
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| I’m mad
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| I’m mad
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| And you have the nerve to try to be glad
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| Now, everybody wants to know about the clothes
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| But them fine dresses I’ve been buying you
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| You don’t wear them no more
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| Won’t be anymore washing and hanging upside the wall
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| I’m throwing them out the window
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| Running out and catch 'em before they fall
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| I’m mad
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| I’m mad
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| I’m mad
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| And you have the nerve to try to be glad
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| I’m mad |