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And the swamp was a desolate, treeless bog |
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Useless rat hole in the back of beyond |
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One day came a tractor along came a greed man |
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Start the draining, to tear the turf out of its bed |
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Splash, splash, splash, went the bog |
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Crash, crash, crash, went the rig |
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Crossing the swamp there was a tuft he had to cross |
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Beneath the turf mat there was a home of an ugly troll |
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Woke up the swamp lord who was the guardian of the bog |
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Horror over the man, he heard the sound of a rumbling voice |
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Who's that wading on my swamp? |
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Who's that wading in my swamp? |
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Swampwar, the time has come to stop the deprivation |
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Swampwar, we have to accept instead of domination |
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Swampwar, the time has come to stop the deprivation |
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Swampwar, we have to accept instead of domination |
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Now I'm coming to gobble you up |
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Ha-ha, now I'm coming to gobble you up |
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Snip, snap, snout |
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This way out, swampwar |
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Swampwar, the time has come to stop the deprivation |
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Swampwar, we have to accept instead of domination |
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Swampwar, the time has come to stop the deprivation |
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Swampwar, we have to accept instead of domination |