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I gotta get holda myself. |
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I gotta pull myself up by my socks. |
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I gotta grab myself by the collar and shake! |
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The birdies are singing. |
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The birdies are saying what |
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I want to say. |
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Now watch this close. (Oh, I should say 'closely.') |
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Here we go! |
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The foot goes up. |
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And the foot goes down. |
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And so I move along. |
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And actually get somewhere, actually get somewhere. |
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And when the feet, the big feet get tangled... |
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Bang! And |
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I fall down on the ground? |
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Well, I get back up. |
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I get right back up! |
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A tree, a dog, a cat, a house, a car, fireplug, mailman. |
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Dumpdee dump. |
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Dumpdee da. |
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Look at me! |
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I've got my feet on the ground. |
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And my head in the air. |
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And I'm moving along. |
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The wind's going through. |
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And my hair's standing straight out behind. |
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And I'm moving along. |
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I'm standing up. |
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And I'm going |
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Some-Where. |
