| Jehosaphat the mongrel cat
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| Jumped off the roof today
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| Some would say he fell, but I could tell
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| He did himself away
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| His eyes weren’t bright like they were the night
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| We played checkers on the train
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| God bless his soul, he was a tootsie roll
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| But he’s a dead cat just the same
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| We are living in the future
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| I’ll tell you how I know
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| I read it in the paper
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| Fifteen years ago
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| We’re all driving rocket ships
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| And talking with our minds
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| And wearing turquoise jewelry
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| And standing in soup lines
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| We are standing in soup lines
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| Jake the barber’s lonely daughter
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| Went down to her daddy’s shop
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| She plugged herself to the barber pole
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| And took a little off the top
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| There was pressure on the left, pressure on the right
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| Pressure in the middle of the hole
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| I’m goin' to Maine on a forty-foot crane
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| I’m gonna use it for a fishin' pole
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| We are living in the future
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| I’ll tell you how I know
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| I read it in the paper
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| Fifteen years ago
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| We’re all driving rocket ships
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| And talking with our minds
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| And wearing turquoise jewelry
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| And standing in soup lines
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| We are standing in soup lines
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| Old Sarah Brown sells tickets
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| Down at the all night picture show
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| Where they grind out sex
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| And they rate it with an «X»
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| Just to make a young man’s pants grow
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| No tops, no bottoms, just hands and feet
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| Screaming the posters out on the street
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| Strangling the curious and the weak
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| We give 'em what they want to see-o
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| Give 'em what they want to see
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| We are living in the future
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| I’ll tell you how I know
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| I read it in the paper
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| Fifteen years ago
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| We’re all driving rocket ships
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| And talking with our minds
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| And wearing turquoise jewelry
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| And standing in soup lines
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| We are standing in soup lines |