Hobbit on the rocks
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There's an old Virginian vibraphone
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With a calculated gait
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And a man who thinks he's Al Capone
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With a cumberbund and cape
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Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you
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And talk to the man if you feel he needs talking to
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And the hobbit on the rocks is crying
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And the fish upon the docks are dying
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There's an orchestra in rococo
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And an insulated dwarf
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And the ships are sinking in the sea
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As they sail from the shores
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Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you
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And the hobbit on the rocks is crying
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And the fish upon the docks are dying
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And the hobbit on the rocks is crying
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For the grunion in the sand entwining
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Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you
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And talk to yourself if you feel you need talking to
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Hobbit On The Rocks
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Toad The Wet Sprocket |