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Dad's got something up his sleeve |
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Melting Arthur been conceived |
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I love winter spring and fall |
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You I love the best of all |
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Daddy's just a bogus man |
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Let us get him while we can |
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In the coal shed when he's high |
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One and one and one is three |
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That's too much for you and me |
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Arthur is a good boy now |
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Milks his Mom and milks the cow |
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On a grey mid-winter's morn |
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Melting Arthur he was born |
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He grew up extremely nice |
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Melting hearts as hard as ice, 'cause |
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He loves winter, spring and fall |
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He loves Mother best of all |
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But the sad thing is to say |
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Nasty Dad gets in the way |
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His demons become too much |
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She recoils at his touch |
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Sleeps out in the rabbit hutch |
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With Arthur |
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Nasty Dad |
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Nasty Dad |
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Nasty Dad |
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Nasty ... |
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Dad gets jealous, what a drag |
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Finds them in a sleeping bag |
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Though he's only [?] |
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But Dad constructs a special bomb |
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To blow them all to kingdom come |
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But melting Arthur gets there first |
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Melts down Dad and buys a hearse |