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It's Dmsix a.Bbm. and Feven Big CBen Is Dmtrying to get his Bbhead down for a FkiCp But no Dmsooner is it Bbdown And then it's Fon with dressing Cgown For this Dmcity very Bbrarely loses FgriCp
But FI have a Cfriend who's Bbnever up by Cten He's Ffast asCleep with Bbmouth open Cwide He's Flost a lot of Cjobs, but he's Bbwon a lot of Cfriends And he Fsays to Cme, he Bbcannot tell the Ctime
It's seven a.m. and we're coughing up the phlegm Spitting out the taste of night before And we'll vomit and we'll choke Just to climb their tatty rope Well this city has its charm and its claw And he'll blame his clock Or he'll say he's lost his socks And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snake His excuses are an art >From the bottom of his heart And he thinks of them whenever he awakes It's eight a.m. we're on the road again Racing for a placing at the top And it says green for go For the people in the know But for the others all it says is red for stop It's cold and it's damp And they've dug him a grave And the ten fifteen merchant's still in bed And scrawled upon the headboard For the whole wide world to see is "Died In The Arms Of Big Ted"