We come in on the morning scan
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All the way from far Arcturus
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Bringing with us peace and good will
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From the margins of space and time
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Our women are slung down low to the ground
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They're very good you've probably had one
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Our men are brave, studly and wise,
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A pleasure to behold
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Right away we walk the walk
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More or less we talk the talk
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But every time we make our play
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Their eyes get wide they run away
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'Cause the hat stays too flat
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My hat is way too flat
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My English she is much better now
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But my hat remains too flat
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The man smells a rat
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And that's the end of that
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My English it is more better now
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But my hat is still too flat
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Fair Arcturus Fashion forecast:
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Skirts will be shorter
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Legs stay long
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Virtual raincoats are coming back
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Hats as always continued flat
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Back at home the machines work hard
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We folk like to take it easy
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Honing our awareness of
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The finer things of life
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Here when I go down to my job
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I work hard for what seems like a long time
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I look at my watch: fifteen minutes
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It felt like half a day!
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Soon enough we break for lunch
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Me and the boys now I'm one of the bunch
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But no one wants to sit with me
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So tell me what can the matter be?
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The hat stays too flat
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My hat is way too flat
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My English she is much better now
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But the hat is just too flat
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A little thing like that
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They don't get past the hat
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My English it is more better now
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But my hat remains too flat
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Hat Too Flat
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| Walter Becker |
