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My Amazon six-triggered bride Now searching for a place to hide Still sees truth quite easily Shrouds all else in mystery While madmen in top hats and tails Impale themselves on six-inch nails And some Arabian also-ran Impersonates a watering can Some Santa Claus-like face of note Entreats my ears to set afloat My feeble, sick and weary brain And I am overcome with shame And hide inside my overcoat And hurriedly begin to quote While some Arabian sheikh most grand Impersonates a hot-dog stand Red Cross ambulance outside Could only mean that I must hide Till dusk and finally the night When I will make a hasty flight 'Cross the sea and far away To where the weary exiles stay And some Arabian oil well Impersonates a padded cell And some Arabian oil well Impersonates a padded cell
Writer(s): Gary Brooker, Keith Reid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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