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Feb 2014
The bleat goes on, the bleat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da

Bein chased was once the rage, uh huh
History has turned the page, uh huh
The bacon bringing the current thing, uh huh
Justin Bieber is our newborn king, uh huh

The bleat goes on, the bleat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da

It's time to stand alone on your two feet, uh huh
You might find that feeling preety sweet, uh huh
The men will like you once you do the same
Stop with all the crying and the blame

The bleat goes on, the bleat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da

Grandmas sit in chairs and reminisce
Glad they'll be dead and not have to live like this
The cars keep going faster all the time
Bums still cry "hey buddy, have you got a dime"

The bleat goes on, the bleat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da
Arthur Phillip Dent
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Arthur Phillip Dent  Boston
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