One Way, My Way
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Once there was a man whose head Produced a voice like a blanket of lead And when he'd start to coment A thousand thoughts would suffocate And once there was a man who stood He nailed his feet into the wood And when you try to circumscribe You can't get past his distribe One way, my way What I say goes My opinion is fact And if you react Then it's going to come to blows Once there was a man whose fist Hung from his tongue Like a hideous cist And now ideas might conflict Were beaten up by his retorict One way, my way What I say goes My opinion is fact And if you react Then it's going to come to blows
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