You gotta feel sorry for The Guy.
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Oh, no reason - just brother feelin.
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You gotta feel sorry for The Guy -
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no reason but brother feelin.
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A man in the rain hat had to have his say,
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Live and let live.
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The old man watches the water rise.
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Man, everybody knows something's gotta give.
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Something's gotta give.
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And when it goes it starts rollin out of everywhere -
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through floorboards,
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cracks in walls,
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oozin down the chimney, halls -
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a real Son of Blob job.
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Welcome to our town.
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People swept along.
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People swept along and how?
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With goats,
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cats,
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dogs and hats,
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oozin down the chimney backs -
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a real Son of Blob job.
|
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The man in the rain hat had to have his say,
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Live and let live.
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The old man watches the water rise.
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Man, everybody knows something's gotta give.
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Something's gotta give.
|
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Something's gotta give.
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Nations rise and fall,
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dentist appointments forgotten by great and small -
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mighty or humble,
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wise man or fool,
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rivulet or Old Man River.
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Flaps flippin out of slots every which-a-way.
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And when it goes it starts rollin out of everywhere.
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The man in the rain hat had to have his say,
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Live and let live.
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The old man watches the water rise.
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Man, everybody knows something's gotta give.
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Something's gotta give.
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Something's Gotta Give
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| Pere Ubu |
