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And all the sailors who were junkies All went sailing out to sea And the white man sold quaaludes to the monkeys And they all died high up in the trees

And all the sailors who were junkies All went sailing out to sea And the white man sold qualopes to the monkeys And they all died high up in the trees

I knew he would do something very odd... Come on everybody, now you've got to understand In these times of revolution well you've got to be a little sensitive

Come on everybody now you got to understand, In these times of revolution now you gotta be a revolutionary man, Wait a second, people, now, you got to

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Come on everybody now you got to understand, In these times of revolution now you gotta be a revolutionary man, Wait a second, people, now, you got to