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Strikes the bell for 5 o'clock, Uncle Arthur closes shop
Screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up ...
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
A winter's day, a bitter snowflake on my face
My summer girl takes little backward...
Rubber band
There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune
In the library garden Sunday afternoon
While a little...
Just look through your window, look who sits outside
Little me is waiting, standing through the night
When you'll walk through...
There is a happy land where only children live
They don't have the time to learn the ways Of you sir, Mr. Grownup
There's a...
[spoken]
Here is the news
According the latest world population survey
The figures have reached danger point, my...
When I live my dream, I'll take you with me
Riding on a golden horse
We'll live within my castle, with people there to serve...
War made him a soldier
Little Frankie Mear
Peace left him a loser
The little bombardier
Lines of worry appeared...
Montains of Lhasa are feeling the rain
People are walking the Botella lanes
Preacher takes the school
One boy breaks a...
Smiling girls and rosy boys
Come and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses painted red...
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Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, Oh by jingo
There's no room for anger, we're all very small, Oh by jingo
We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies,
From paradise
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball.
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children, that's all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, Oh by jingo
Some people are marching together and some on their own
Quite alone
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence, they're just older children
That's all, after all
I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords, with my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children At all, after all
Live till your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingo
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill, Oh by jingo
After all, after all
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