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Original version by baby's gang (1984).
We are down, we are crazy fools everyday at school.
Teachers here, teachers there,
Books and books, they
of
What you could call me
The world’s gotten so small and
Embarrassing

By the time it’s old
My face will have been seen
And I’ll share a very
Common
truthful glances
And second chances
Please call His name

Feelings of joy, mindless toy
Could you get by, and never get high
Feelings of joy, mindless toy
And case you never know they call it
VERSION CITY!

Maximum respect is due to Junior Ruby
Through inna me de DJ war I'm seh I'm wan referee
Respect
A bar top divided
with a stare at long eyes to hear ears
hung on, a question that it might not work
last call, somewhere
should i go home or stay
Combined versions from Norman Blake and Doc Watson

A group of jolly cowboys discussing plans at ease
Said one I'll tell you something, boys, if you
I once knew a girl by the name of Monique
She was my childhood sweetheart every day of the week
Whether PS46, or 151
After school I'd go to her
argue and all that. 
Hang up the phone and call right back. 
I got to know you like the back of my hand. 
And, you got to show me how a girl can love
I fell asleep with open eyes again
Seeing me how others see me on my mind again
I hope I don't find offense
With people's versions of what I
change
While people claim their states, I state my claims
Sage Francis made a name for himself
For the record my mother calls me Paul
Which was my father's
A hardcore poetic informed without burglary
Potent and shook the shit out of rappers who just learned of me

Everytime I prescribe a new pill, revolution
my mama sung to me
Like "fuck I used to dream", but now I'm more sleepless
And I doubled my age by erasing all the dreaming
And my innocence fades
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
argue and all that. 
Hang up the phone and call right back. 
I got to know you like the back of my hand. 
And, you got to show me how a girl can love
threaten me with ya thoughts just never speak it
One gun accompanied by prayers I never need it
Burning flesh, skin peeling, slow inferno
Take away what
eyes wide and then I can't read
Roll and I tumble and I cry the whole night long
roll and I tumble and I cry the whole night long
But my creator calls
Let me know pretty baby
Is he doin' you right?
You might need somebody 
New in your life
Somebody who is your type

Call me up,anytime
It
need to be free

I can pay for everything that's on you
So everything is on me
Got them girls gone Cindy Lauper, Gaga and a little Blondie
If you
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.

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