sometimes when I am well fed and my mind...
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doesn't have my best interests in mind (x2)
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it's the times like these
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that my feet, they speak and sing, cause they do so better than can my head
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cause when I play any regular subtle tune
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like a Shotish or a Waltz or a Jig or a Reel
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or a Certims or a Hornpipe or a Polka
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my fever will have nothing to do with the proper time
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no my fever will have no to do with the proper time
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times when I am well fed and my mind...
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doesn't have my best interests in mind (x2)
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it's the times like these
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that my feet, they speak and sing, cause they do so better than can my head
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let them speak their heady opinions though and you'll hear...
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oil and butter (x2)
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lots of oil, lots of butter
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oil and butter
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Song of Foot
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| Andrew Bird |
