She was once an attraction at the county fair
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And now she sleeps in a box at the top of the stairs
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And she loves it here, make no mistake
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Cause she can earn her keep by chasin' snakes
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And if I wake up late at night
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I know that everything will be alright
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Cause crawling round on my roof
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Is the woman who is also a mongoose
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She was born in May, nineteen years ago
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In a little town outside Buffalo
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But the town folk feared her and they chased her away
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And now she's happy with a place to stay
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And if I wake up late at night
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I know that everything will be alright
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Cause crawling round on my roof
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Is the woman who is also a mongoose
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She trapped a rattler out behind the barn
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And she let it go without any harm
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Then she came inside for a cup of tea
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And she spoke for a while with my brother and me
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Chasing after field mice, running through the high grass
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That's what she loves to do
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And if she's happy as a mongoose
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It shouldn't bother me or you
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And if I wake up late at night
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I know that everything will be alright
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Cause crawling round on my roof
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Is the woman who is also a mongoose
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The Woman Who Was Also A Mongoose
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| The Dead Milkmen |
