cut out of manilla in folder like form
broadcast for comedy, i run towards the door
with a constant effort for a broken cause
who the hell am i to judge?
but the baaa's they baaa and the lemming jump
and the carbon copies they give me the mumps
and i ain't no symphony and i sure ain't no monk
but i'm far from a creature addicted to sum
and i may be a cynic or a living slump
but i can sing and dance to my own beat and drum
it's a simple life for an imbalanced bum
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