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Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives a former talk show host Everybody knows his name He says, ?There's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints

A son who is cursed with a harridan mother Or a weak simpering father at best Is raised to play out the timeless classical motives Of filial love and

Think about a little boy, born on Christmas day There's a party going on, but he feels so out of place 'Cause every one is having fun and playing with

't communicate intelligently There's a price on my head but I've never been free I said 'how d'ya keep your credibility'? I said 'how d'ya keep your credibility

Sometimes I feel all alone I know it's such a strange feeling 'Cause I used to have so many friends The few I have left, I hold them close to my heart

We are starting a cat ranch in Lacon with 100,000 cats Each cat will average 12 kittens a year The cat skins will sell for 30 cents each One hundred men

broken a couple of good girl's hearts 'Cause I've said I loved them, knowin' I couldn't And I've given my heart to a woman Who said she'd stay when I

soul. If you ever leave Baby, you would take away Everything good in my life. Without you there d be no sun in my sky. There would be no love in my life. There d