Once there was a man whose head
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Produced a voice like a blanket of lead
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And when he'd start to coment
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A thousand thoughts would suffocate
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And once there was a man who stood
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He nailed his feet into the wood
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And when you try to circumscribe
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You can't get past his distribe
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One way, my way
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What I say goes
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My opinion is fact
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And if you react
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Then it's going to come to blows
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Once there was a man whose fist
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Hung from his tongue
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Like a hideous cist
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And now ideas might conflict
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Were beaten up by his retorict
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One way, my way
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What I say goes
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My opinion is fact
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And if you react
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Then it's going to come to blows
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One Way, My Way
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| Skeleton Key |
