Who is he, Mr. Rand McNally? Who, who is he?
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Well, I had I dream that mystery was me, now who else could I be?
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'Cause I dreamed I went to England and met the Spice girls there for tea
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They lost one more they're down from four to my favourite number of three
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But they're still quite spicy as the orange flavour
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And oh so nice to do me the favour and lick my icing under the table now
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But I gotta leave town Mr. Nally,
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Just as scary spice was about to go down on me
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And don't ask how Mr. Nally and give up the towel Mr. Nally and run.
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I dreamed I went to Singapore got bored and robbed a liquor store
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What for? Nobody knows I only took a couple of Marlboros
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Oh that was all they needed and the criminal was soon defeated
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And now in jail I'm waiting for my punishment of caning
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But I gotta think fast Mr. Nally, watch your ass, say wake up and laugh and run
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Better Mr run, Mr rand, Mr Mac, Mr. Nally
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Mr run, Mr man, you got the knack for the rally and run.
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I had a chance to visit the north pole but it was way too cold to smoke
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Oh my nose was freezing I should could use some coughing and wheezing
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So I tried it anyway and the place went up in flames
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How was I suppose to know you could catch fire to the snow
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Oh lord way to go Mr. Nally, way to go, oh now you're melting the poles mr nally so run.
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I jumped ship in NYC then headed south to Washington DC
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Didn't think I'd go there but played some shows there fancy lucky me
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And it is really slow there with our new president on TV
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Too many politicians and liberal Christians they're all set out for me
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Oh my, cast your vote Mr. Nally, castrate your vote, no you don't, Mr. Nally
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I thumbed a ride across the prairie, I got hitched in Vegas, yeah, I got married
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To a lady who loved me she thought it's be funny to gamble all my money
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And I got stranded without my clothes, a little bit of fear and loathing heart attack
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I got chased by the rat pack once in a flashback, singing viva Las Vegas.
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Singing viva Las Vegas, viva Las Vegas, singing viva Las Vegas
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I settled down in San Diego and smoked a joint with java Joe
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And with a grin he took me in spilling coffee on his chin
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And I played my show there, I met my bitches and ho's there
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And with my holy ho they kindly let me shake my tail there
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But one more thing before I go there's never been any place like this home
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For once in a lifetime maybe I'd be foolish not to stay
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I gotta get away, running to play, say what can I say
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C'est, c'est c'est la vie
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C'est c'esat c'est la, la vie
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C'est la vie
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Dream Life Of Rand McNally
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| Jason Mraz |
