Now won't you listen to the word wizard,
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Watch him open up his gizzard,
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Every secret he has he's only told the world so far.
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Don't you think that boy would be embarrassed,
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Find himself hassled or some what harassed,
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Cause he shows of his wounds before they turn to scars.
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CHORUS:
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But when he comes home he brings me stories,
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He made up especially for me.
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A little bit of low down, a little bit of glory oh,
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The choice is simple, I can scold him,
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Give him a smile or simply hold him
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Somehow it seems, I never ever told him no
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Watch him work, he leaves each hartfull,
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Shovels it out there by the careful.
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He's so artless it's almost artful as he as he strings them along.
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Takes you down, gets you cryin,
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Sets you high, gets you flyin.
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It's not the truth but it's not quite lying,
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As he sings his song.
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CHORUS
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Word Wizard
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| Harry Chapin |
