This hole it has a bottom
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Of that I have no doubt
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If I could only smarten up
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And figure my way out
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But what would I do then?
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Probably find I hate it there
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And want to crawl back in
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Well I swear upon my mother
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And I believe with all my heart
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That I could rule the world
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If I could get my car to start
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But what would I do then?
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With the tires around the flower beds
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WeˇŻll have to ride the rims
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That would be funny
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WeˇŻll take everything we have
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The shoe money
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And the birds
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Will gather around our heads
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And theyˇŻll peck at our corn-like teeth
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The wall around the graveyard
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Says that SATIN LIVES IN HELL
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Though they may love the devil
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His disciples sure canˇŻt spell
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So what do I do then?
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I guess IˇŻll put the A in there
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And show ˇ®em how to sin
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That would be funny
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WeˇŻll take everything we have
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The shoe money
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And the birds
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Will gather around our heads
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And theyˇŻll peck at our corn-like teeth
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Shoe Money
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