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Tarbelly stood in the door, eyes bulging out
Body like a statue
Hands high on his hips and his mouth
While his mouth drooling like a leaky spout
Looking for something from another day
A day when she could ask him, and he would want to play, hey
Hey, hey
Born to play
Hey-hey-hey
Thump, thump, down the stairs he came
She heard him coming, she stood there just the same
Featherfoot walked right past Tarbelly into the kitchen
Made and ate three sandwiches
Drank a pot of coffee and a bottle of Absolut Vodka
Heard his toes and his hair and his clothes
Made three phone calls and answered six, all on her charge card
And all the while Tarbelly stood in the door
His eyes were bulging out
Hands high on his hips, body like a statue
Mouth drooling like a leaky spout
Eyes bulging out, body like a statue
Drooling like a leaky spout
Now Featherfoot got to thinking he'd like to go out
But Tarbelly stood there in the way
And he thought, and he thought of a game he used to play
In his youth, called "Swinging the Statue"
And he took Tarbelly by the wrists
And he carried her out into the yard
And round, and round, and round he swung
And round, and round, and round he swung
And round, and round he swung
And then he let her fly
Fly, fly, way up high
Over the hills she flew
And where she stopped, no one can say
You can't chase a shadow across a day
You can't chase a shadow across a day
You can't chase a shadow across a day
You can't get love without giving it away
Giving it away
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