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The painter was dismissed today |
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We paid him off and put him away |
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He'd drawn us true to life and then |
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He'd just refused to do it again |
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For we were not amused at all |
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To see a painting upon the wall |
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Which clearly showed what fools were we |
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To jealously guard a pedigree |
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We were all so very concerned |
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To see the commoners never learned |
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That inter-breeding could be blamed |
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For the decline of the regal brain |
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Indeed the blood was truly blue |
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But thinner with time, alas, we knew |
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Now we are all a little insane |
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And life can never be the same |
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Mister Goya, we all declare |
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Was most unkind and very unfair |
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To paint us in the way he did |
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As if the royals had lost their lids |
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Damn it all, the family pets |
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Were made to look a safer bet |
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Because we give a regal hoot |
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Somebody always cocks a snoot |
