A Terrible Thing to Watse
Round the bend, Round the bend,
They say I’ve gone round the bend.
Off my rocker, off my rocker,
Frankly I’ve never been on a rocker.
To see, to saw, to say you saw,
To be, to not, to say you are,
To own, to lack, to say you do,
To laugh, to cry, to say you lose,
Round the bend, Off my rocker,
Often too fast a talker.
Off my rocker, round the bend,
Oh we’re back here again?
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