I feel like having a great big party, That'll last until the day I grow old. Or pretending I've lost my marbles, So I never have to do what I'm told. Now I'm a few pews short of a church, my friend. But you know we all go in the end. But in the meantime, I feel fine. So after all this time, Don't you ever come around my house again. Meanwhile
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