| It was late, when I recalled that evening
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| Now you must suit the occassion, and never the weather
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| As it was forecast on my tin-can-shoestring that night
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| It was late, and you had trapped the day
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| But everyone wore shades
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| Now you must suit the occassion, and never the weather
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| That I was dressed up for, like I hadn’t gotten dressed before
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| Up jumped the funny, up jumped the man
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| Up jumped the monkey in my right hand
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| You’ll pay for the funny, you’ll pay for the man
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| You’ll pay for the monkey, buyer beware
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| Stupid can’t lie, but I can try
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| Us birds hung out in atomic clouds
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| She had chemical touch and sound
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| We were dumb back then, with bells in our fists
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| She sold intravenous sunshine
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| Magnetic morale, cake mix know-how
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| If I knew what you wanted
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| I’d do what you wanted me to do
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| Who’s fixing who, and who’s expense?
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| Like I hadn’t gotten dressed before, call my diction
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| Foggy intuition, because the lake in the craters on fire
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| I hear bells, and now it’s time to go
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| As it was forecast on my tin-can-shoestring
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| Up jumped the funny, up jumped the man
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| Up jumped the monkey in my right hand
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| You’ll pay for the funny, you’ll pay for the man
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| You’ll pay for the monkey, buyer beware
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| Stupid can’t lie, but I can try
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| Us birds hung out in atomic clouds
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| She had chemical touch and sound
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| We were dumb back then, with bells in our fists
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| She sold intravenous sunshine
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| Up jumped the funny, up jumped the man
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| Up jumped the monkey in my right hand
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| You’ll pay for the funny, you’ll pay for the man
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| You’ll pay for the monkey, buyer beware
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| Stupid can’t lie, but I can try, yeah!
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| The bells, the bells, the bells, the bells, the bells
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| The bells, the bells, the bells, the bells, the bells
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| We were dumb back then, with bells in our fists
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| She sold intravenous sunshine |