As we know, things aren't grow
What's next is close at hand
Some prefer to look backwards
Although they are the world.
Ah, Ah, Ah
I'm prepared for what's to come
Pick numbers from a bun
Choice of words is so random
I talk because I can
Ah, Ah, Ah
Plunder time, see what we find
To take back to the house
But everything has a patenting
And belongs to someone else
Writer(s): Patricia Ann Keenan, James Cargill, Richard Bancroft Stevens
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