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Way down low, where the little people go-
You'd have to be CRAZY to sing-
That song to her!
That's what she said...
"Come for bread!"
And she also wanted to "Roll Me Home"
When the temperature came-
"No, thankyou"
For today, we play with that "can!"
I'll take the high road,
Help me make a list, "can"
butt-but-but-but-butsky!
I turn the key in the lock-
The frying pan,
It was canned...
eight o'clock on the dot-
four two-
He gave it up for a song-
A song called "Oooops!"