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Walter Westinghouse went to town |
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He found a friend today |
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His friend was peeling ceiling wax as |
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He heard Walter say |
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Love me tender, love me sweet |
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Love me like I love my feet |
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Sit me down with Ezra Pound |
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But don't forget to eat |
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Or cause a country boy to cook |
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A carrot or a cake |
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But don't forget the feelings |
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Of a friend are hard to fake |
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He lives a life of April leaves |
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Respondent to the thought that |
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Often things you caught or bought |
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Were not the ones you sought |
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Now his December is a sender |
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Singing songs he knows |
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But all the words are cheese and please |
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And boy, I hope it snows |
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He buys the bacon and the achin' |
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In his heart is due |
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To overcoats and Quaker Oats |
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And if his wife should sue |
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Wanda, Wanda where you went and |
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Tell me what'd you take? |
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I took the tongue of Philip Jung |
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And left it in the lake |
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But my dear I think I fear |
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That you had lost your way |
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'Cause scrambled eggs, 'cause scrambled eggs |
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Were all he'd let me bake |
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He said, "Your trust is like a crust |
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Too brittle and too thin" |
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I said, ?You're full of nigger nuts |
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And look like Rin Tin Tin? |
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Is common ground not ever found |
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But flees from dad to son |
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Or is it just believing that the |
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Evening steals the sun? |
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I said, ?Your snoot is full of poot |
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And should be in a shoe? |
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And then I said your stupid bed |
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Is better off than you |
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Eat exuding oinks upon |
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And bleed decrepit broken bones |
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At caustic spells of hell |
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Huh, what's that, dear? Huh? |
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Eat exuding oinks upon |
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And bleed decrepit broken bones |
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At caustic spells of hell |
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Eat exuding oinks upon |
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And bleed decrepit broken bones |
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At caustic spells of hell |
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Yes, eat exuding oinks upon |
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And bleed decrepit broken bones |
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At caustic spells of hell |
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Eat exuding oinks upon |
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And bleed decrepit broken bones |
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At caustic spells of hell |
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Eat exuding oinks upon |
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And bleed decrepit broken bones |
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At caustic spells of hell |
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Eat exuding oinks upon |
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And bleed decrepit broken bones |
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At caustic spells of hell |
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Eat exuding oinks upon |
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And bleed decrepit broken bones |
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At caustic spells of hell |
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Eat exuding oinks upon |
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And bleed decrepit broken bones |
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At caustic spells of hell |
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Eat exuding oinks upon |
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And bleed decrepit broken bones |
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At caustic spells of hell |
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Eat exuding oinks upon |
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And bleed decrepit broken bones |
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At caustic spells of hell |
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Eat exuding oinks upon |
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And bleed decrepit broken bones |
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At caustic spells of hell |
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Eat exuding oinks upon |
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And bleed decrepit broken bones |
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At caustic spells of hell |
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And he sees the threads of worn out treads |
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And calls his color true and calls his color true |
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And calls his color true and calls his color true |
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And calls his color true and calls his color true |
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And calls his color true and calls his color true |
