(Stewart Copeland)
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You got it.
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There's a house on my street
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And it looks real neat
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I'm the chap who lives in it
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There's a tree on the sidewalk
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There's a car by the door
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I'll go for a drive in it
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And when the wombat comes
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He will find me gone
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He'll look for a place to sit
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My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
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The dog just bit my leg
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My teenage daughter ran away
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My fine young son has turned out gay
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Cut off my fingers in the
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Door of my car
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How could I do it?
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My wife is proud to tell me
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Of her love affairs
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How could she do this to me?
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My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
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The dog just bit my leg
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My teenage daughter ran away
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My fine young son has turned out gay
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And it would be O.K. on any other day
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And it would be O.K. on any other day
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Throw down the morning papers
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And spill my tea
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I don't know what's wrong with me
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The cups and plates are in a
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Conspiracy
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I'm covered in misery
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My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
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The dog just bit my leg
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My teenage daughter ran away
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My fine young son has turned out gay
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And it would be O.K. on any other day
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And it would be O.K. on any other day
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And it would be O.K. on any other day
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(repeat to fade)
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On Any Other Day
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| The Police |
