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Barenaked Ladies A

Earth, and I've forgotten what that's worth A is for Arthur, he's a lovable drunk A M & Azing, like Thelonius Monk A is for argument, A is for apparent A

I'm a kid in a candy store I'm a bull in a china shop I'm a tired old metaphor For everything you can't afford And everything you can't afford to be

to do is calmly Call me, call me, call me Basic service: sixty bucks I'll roll the dice, you try your luck A pair gets me a week in rent And a straight

couldn?t warn her Paint myself in a corner Bracing now for the impact Losing hope, keeping track Standing on a crumbling wall Tethered to a cannonball Anyone with half a

t answer. You want to box me? Our world works in a weird way I've heard them say a man with a beard may frighten children or dogs but a moustache scares

a daughter or maybe a son Well, either's just fine so long as their mine And if it's a boy I'll call him Gordon And if it's a girl I'll call her Gordon

always did it on the first date Now she's with me, There's never any need for them to demonstrate She's like a baby, I'm like a cat; When we are happy

a great big whale But smaller than a snail It's a pollywog in a bog Swims under soggy logs One day he'll be a frog Pollywog in a bog Overhead a cedar

Words by Steven Page & Ed Robertson Music by Steven Page A key in the door, a step on the floor A note on the table, and a meal in the micro Note says