Now the troubadours are outside the court
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With their gramophones and rifles
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And an awful cloud is daring to pour
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Such a wild scene a 3-D picture bible story
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And the floats of tinsel garland are downed
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Stalled for blocks on the parade route
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But the majorette still twirls in the rain
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And the marching band goes soaking wet
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And that's a fine how
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Do ya do do ya do
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That's a fine how
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Do ya do do ya do
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That's a fine how
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Do ya do do ya do
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That's a fine how
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See the ladies in their queen union suits
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Shuffling gaily for the camera
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Doing high kicks in their felt button boots
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While the men puff their cigarettes from Panama
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Like the baby dolls of bisque on display
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In the shops of Barcelona
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There's a blankness that falls over his face
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As the speaker makes his way up to the podium
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Could he be so blind to sip lemonade
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In such a dire time well that's a fine
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That's a fine how
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Do ya do do ya do
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That's a fine how
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Do ya do do ya do
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That's a fine how
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Do ya do do ya do
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That's a fine how
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Do ya do do ya do
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Ah ah
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Holding hostage in the opium dens
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That are tucked behind the alleyway
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Where the corridors of Amsterdam bend
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'Neath the windows where the harlots pose like mannequins
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No one thinks of them on Valentines (do ya do)
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There's no chocolate box or cards to read
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And that's a fine how
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Do ya do do ya do
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That's a fine how
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Do ya do do ya do
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That's a fine how
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Do ya do do ya do
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That's a fine how
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Do ya do do ya do
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That's a fine how
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FINE HOW'D YA DO
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| Grant Lee Buffalo |
