There are times
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When you find
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Lobsters in a bucket
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Can't climb out
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Why won't they climb away?
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Because other lobsters
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Pull them down
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Cherry pits and paper clips
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And people talking smack
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Giant squid he comes right up
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And pull your train right off the track.
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Mammoth broom will swoop right down
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And sweep you in a hole.
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Friends help each other
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Any way they can
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When you're up at bat
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They'll be your biggest fan
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When you're in a pit
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they'll pull you out of it
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It ain't wrong to write a song
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For all your friends to sing along.
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People too me and you
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Can also be like lobsters in bucket
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It's all just one big mess
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Please don't be a lobster
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Friends are best
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Making lunch for the baseball bunch
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While playing my violin
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Feeding bands to giant clams
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Then the fun begin
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Cantaloupes and cowboy ropes
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Hone those whittling skills
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Friends help each other
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Any way they can
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When you're up at bat
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They'll be your biggest fan
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When you're in a pit
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They'll pull you out of it
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It ain't wrong to write a song
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For all your friends to sing along
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Lobster Bucket
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| The Aquabats |
