The Equestrian Statue
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There once was a very famous man
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On his famous horse he'd ride through the land
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The people used to see him everywhere
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When he died, they put a statue in the square
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(hooray)
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Here comes the Equestrian Statue
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Prancing up and down the square
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Little old ladies stop 'n' say
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"Well, I declare!"
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Once a month on a Friday there's a man
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With a mop and bucket in his hand
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To him it's just another working day
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So he whistles as he rubs and scrubs away
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(hooray)
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Here comes the Equestrian Statue
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Prancing up and down the square
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Little old ladies stop 'n' say
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"Well, I declare!"
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It's a sight to bring you joy, you feel so gay
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And it's guaranteed to brighten up your day
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If it's gray
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(hooray)
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Here comes the Equestrian Statue
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Prancing up and down the square
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Little old ladies stop 'n' say
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"Well, I declare!"
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It's a sight to bring you joy, you feel so gay
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And it's guaranteed to brighten up your day
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If it's gray
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Feel so gay
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Feel so gay
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Feel so gay
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Feel so gay
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Feel so gay
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The Equestrian Statue
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| Neil Innes |
