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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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He looked a lot like Che Guevara,
drove a diesel van
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion,
such a humble man
The only survivor of the National People's Gang
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening
gloom
The police had warned of repercussions
They followed none too soon
A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
Putting on some clothes I made my way to school
And I found my teacher
crouching in his overalls
I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot machine
And jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights
Having scored a trillion dollars,
made a run back home
Found him slumped across the table.
A gun and me alone
I ran to the window. Looked for a plane or two
Panic in Detroit.
He'd left me an autograph
\"Let me collect dust.\"
I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
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