Fruit Bats - The ruminant band
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You'll aClways have smokes
If you always give buckets of lFove
Like litCtle sad Tad who was living
On beetles and grFubs
He had a blue-eyed meAmrle
and loved an Indian gCirl
Lived alDmone in the warm wet fields
In this corner of the woCrld
You'll aClways eat bread
If you always have seeds to sFow
LIke oCld Zen Ben who lived
With a murder of crFows
He wore a crown of bAmeans
And a belt of weCeds
Slept alDmone in the warm wet fields
On a bed of mustard sCeed
guitar solo
You wCon't lose the beat if you just keep
Clapping your haFnds
Like swCeet sweet Pete who clapped
for the Ruminant BFand
He had a broken lAmung
And a bit-off tonCgue
Lived alDmone in the warm wet fields
Under moon and the sCun
Under moon and the sCun!