| Oh grumpy Dr Plum, lives with his Cat in a little two bedroom shack.
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| He speaks like a gun and never goes out unless it’s raining.
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| Frugle as a banker and he posts his letters and collects his stamps.
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| He’ll never wave 'hello'.
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| And he stays up late, watch the bedroom glow.
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| Once upon a time, the yard was filled with laughter. | 
| But as the years past by
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| the walls have rot and cracked the plaster.
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| Three little daughters, use to run and play in the English Garden.
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| Now you can see the price he had to pay after all those dramas.
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| Oh grumpy Dr Plum, never had a TV dinner; | 
| eats his five a day and he doesn’t do
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| dessert much either.
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| Even cleans the vaccum cleaner.
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| And he keeps a trim mustache, and reads beside the bedroom heater.
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| Oh grumpy Dr Plum, you used to be a ballroom dancer.
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| And he played a gold guitar, told stories from those early years.
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| And he’d even sing a song.
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| Laugh it up all night long.
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| Now he keeps it extra tight.
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| And counts his worries through the night.
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| Lost the people that he loved, by making himself out of touch.
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| Just today, I saw a lady she was standing at his door.
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| She waited for a while and then left a note right on the store.
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| «Dr Plum, I know your in there».
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| «Don't you want to see your daughters?»
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| «Don't you know the care, you never call or answer letters».
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| «Don't be so selfish».
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| «Dr Plum, can you hear me?»
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| «You have forgotten all the fun and love, you once respected dearly».
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| «And now you’re angry with your life and think the world is scary».
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| «It was the death of your poor wife, that blew your world apart».
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| You’ll never guess what I just saw. | 
| Those curtains pulled and opened doors.
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| Visitors arriving by the hour.
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| And toddlers, tea and sandwhiches.
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| And music from the lounge, I guess that gold guitar is out from under the sink.
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| Oh Dr Plum, you really come through once again.
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| Dr Plum, life is what you make it in the end.
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| Oh Dr Plum.
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| You’ve really done it now.
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| The sun is shining through.
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| Dr Plum.
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| Love was always there, waiting just for you.
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| Hey! |