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There once was a very famous man |
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On his famous horse he'd ride through the land |
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The people used to see him everywhere |
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When he died they put a statue in the square |
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(Hurray) |
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Here comes the equestrian statue |
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Prancing up and down the square |
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Little old ladies stop and say |
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"Well, I declare." |
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Once a month on a Friday there's a man |
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With a mop and bucket in his hand |
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To him it's just another working day |
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So he whistles as he rubs and scrubs away |
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(Hurray) |
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Here comes the equestrian statue |
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Prancing up and down the square |
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Little old ladies stop and say |
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"Well, I declare." |
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It's a sight to bring you joy, you feel so gay |
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And it's guaranteed to brighten up your day |
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If it's grey |
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Hurray |
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Here comes the equestrian statue |
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Prancing up and down the square |
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Little old ladies stop and say |
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"Well, I declare." |
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It's a sight to bring you joy, you feel so gay |
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And it's guaranteed to brighten up your day |
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If it's grey |
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Feel so gay |
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Feel so gay |
