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I really have a yen
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To go back once again,
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Back to the place where no one wears a frown,
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To see once more those super-special just plain folks
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In my home town.
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No fellow could ignore
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The little girl next door,
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She sure looked sweet in her first evening gown.
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Now there's a charge for what she used to give for free
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In my home town.
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I remember Dan, the druggist on the corner, 'e
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Was never mean or ornery,
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He was swell.
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He killed his mother-in-law and ground her up real well,
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And sprinkled just a bit
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Over each banana split.
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The guy that taught us math,
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Who never took a bath,
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Acquired a certain measure of renown,
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And after school he sold the most amazing pictures
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In my home town.
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That fellow was no fool
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Who taught our Sunday School,
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And neither was our kindly Parson Brown.
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(Hum)
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In my home town.
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I remember Sam, he was the village idiot.
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And though it seems a pity, it
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Was so.
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He loved to burn down houses just to watch the glow,
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And nothing could be done,
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Because he was the mayor's son.
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The guy that took a knife
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And monogrammed his wife,
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Then dropped her in the pond and watched her drown.
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Oh, yes indeed, the people there are just plain folks
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In my home town.
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My Home Town
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| Tom Lehrer |
