Kickin' stones on an old dirt road
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Feelin' d-dejected and all alone
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When I looked up ahead thought my mind I'd blown
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On a giant toadstool sat a teeny tiny gnome
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He was all involved in a game of solitaire
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Said "hello" with a smile just like I wasn't there
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I kicked dirt some more
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He said "please don't start a fight."
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Found a church key in his pocket, he opened up his pipe
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He blew some silver circles,
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Wound his fingers in his beard
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And from that pipe came magic music
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Like I'd never heard
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As the notes came floatin' in I pricked up both my ears
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I walked up to the drive-in, hadn't felt so starved in years
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A rabbit waiter took my order and quickly disappeared
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He said "the party's over,
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Please come back in a thousand years."
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Teeny Tiny Gnome
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| Monkees |
