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One, two, three, four Wakey, wakey, rise and shine It's on again, off again, on again Watch me fall like dominos In pretty patterns Fingers in the blackbird pie I'm tingling, tingling, tingling It's what you feel not What you ought to, what you ought to Reasonable and sensible Dead from the neck up I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed We thought you had it in you But not, not, not, For no real reason Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles I take a bow, take a bow, take a bow It's what you feel not What you ought to, what you ought to The elephant that's in the room Is tumbling, tumbling, tumbling Duplicate and triplicate7 Plastic bags in duplicate and triplicate Dead from the neck up I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed We thought you had it in you But not, not, not Exactly where do you get off? Is enough, is enough I love you but enough is enough, Enough of that stuff There's no real reason. (You got a head full of feathers You got melted to butter)-----» unsure