Hey there! Said the man with the can of diet cola in his hand Hey yeah! Laughed the lodger pulling on a big fat roll up spurting Flames He's weird! Bitched the girl with the curl about the guy who was just Shy I'm there! Huffed the loner with the boner special magazines and Beer Oh, what do you all know? I think I'm getting old 'Cos I question what I'm told Yes, cynically I'm bold But I listen to my flies So if you think I'm insane There's worse that I could be It's just my thoughts are free Have fear! Preached the priest to his sheep in the house of love and Peace Bye dear! Quacked the camp little tramp as she up'd and left the Mass Poor mare' Smirked the pianist to his dearest though he loved that Feline stare Be scared! Said the papers to the nations about the bombs that were Not there Hey there Sang the hippy with the trippy little guitar in his arms There's some real mother fuckers In this world so leave the others!
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