I have an old idea to a new song
But you won't hear it just as long
As the fear is near and strong that I am wrong

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And if I wasn't me I wonder who else could I be
And ponder how to make you see
That I'm not me – how would that be ?

I could be quite a loony on the third side of the moon
It's early in the afternoon and pretty soon
You'll hear me croonin' out of tune

Or you might hear my fiddle, on the guitar I could widdle
Don't feel like on the griddle, 'cause I didn't want to quiddle
You just got to unriddle what's "diddy-wah-diddle"

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I could be like Alice in the wonderland of malice
And all I have to tell is how sore and dry the well is
How good the smell of hell is (who the fuck is Alice ?)

Don't you shun the great big fun
That has begun beneath the sun
When I had done this little pun (and now I'm on the run)

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That was my old idea so new and strong
And you can hear it's not too long
The end is here of that song