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Spoonful of Sugar
I adore a confrontation, and I should be ashamed a carnival of complication, everyone's to blame we can see the rocket's red glare pipe bomb bursting in the air as we proudly hail our taxis out of the fight
singing born of this nation of white bread foundation we're taping a king, beaten of his crown my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of irony spoonful of sugar to wash it down
i have seen the hungry faces, and i have been removed evidence in welfare cases, never being proved we've written books on education summoned federal regulation skeleton hid deeply 'til its bones turn to dust
i know an old lady who swallowed a fly i don't know why exactly, i guess she'll die my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of irony spoonful of sugar to wash it down
and god save the queen, oh, and pardon the king and our ballots we'll stuff, then drink 'till we drown my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of irony spoonful of sugar to wash it down
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