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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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Spy, spy, pretty girl
I see you see me through your window
Don't turn your nose up
Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last
It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
I'm the Cream
Of the Great Utopia Dream
And you're the gleam
In the depths
of your banker's spleen
I'm a phallus in pigtails
And there's blood on my nose
And my tissue is rotting
Where the rats chew my bones
And my eye sockets empty
See nothing but pain
I keep having this brainstorm
About twelve times a day
So now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed
As I'm Unwashed
and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatoes
On credit card rye bread
There are children in washrooms
Holding hands with a queen
And my heads full of murders
Where only killers scream
So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed
Look out, I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
Now you run from your window
To the porcelain bowl
And you're sick from your ears
To the red parquet floor
And the Braque on the wall
Slides down your front
And eats through your belly
It's very catching
So now, you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed
About the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed.
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