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If we crawl at two
We could crawl at twenty-two
And grovel at
The drop of a hat

And once they've got you down there
It's so hard to re-straighten your back
It we crawl at two
We could crawl at one handred and two

And the target brainless don't quite reach
Covered so kindly in your opening speech
Is a tiny crab of thought, crab of thought
On a sideways beach

Let lessons not the pupils teach
Justice not the lesers breach
And maggots not have fingers
Wagged at by leech

Well I made sure
I wrote this song in braille
So you could touch the words
The words that sail

From my mouth back to the jail
You could touch the words that sail
From the mouth back to the jail
That is posing as tongue

Curtsies, bows, thank you sirs
And the wearing of a business suit
Lead to complaints of backache
And end with a Nazi salute

And once they've got you down there
It's so hard to re-straighten your back
If we crawl at two
We could crawl at two two two

And the target brainless don't quite reach
Covered so kindly in your opening speech
Is a tiny crab of thought, crab of thought
On a sideways beach

Let lessons not the pupils teach
Justice not the lesers breach
And maggots not have fingers
Wagged at by leech

Well I made sure
I wrote this song in braille
So you could touch the words
The words that sail

From my mouth back to the jail
You could touch the words that sail
From the mouth back to the jail That is posing as tongue

If we crawl at two
We could crawl at twenty-two
If we crawl at two
We could crawl at twenty-two
If we crawl at two   We could crawl at twenty-two   And grovel at   The drop of a hat      And once they've got you down there   It's so hard to re-straighten your back   It we crawl at two   We could crawl at one handred and two      And the target brainless don't quite reach   Covered so kindly in your opening speech   Is a tiny crab of thought, crab of thought   On a sideways beach      Let lessons not the pupils teach   Justice not the lesers breach   And maggots not have fingers   Wagged at by leech      Well I made sure   I wrote this song in braille   So you could touch the words   The words that sail      From my mouth back to the jail   You could touch the words that sail   From the mouth back to the jail   That is posing as tongue      Curtsies, bows, thank you sirs   And the wearing of a business suit   Lead to complaints of backache   And end with a Nazi salute      And once they've got you down there   It's so hard to re-straighten your back   If we crawl at two   We could crawl at two two two      And the target brainless don't quite reach   Covered so kindly in your opening speech   Is a tiny crab of thought, crab of thought   On a sideways beach      Let lessons not the pupils teach   Justice not the lesers breach   And maggots not have fingers   Wagged at by leech      Well I made sure   I wrote this song in braille   So you could touch the words   The words that sail      From my mouth back to the jail   You could touch the words that sail   From the mouth back to the jail That is posing as tongue      If we crawl at two   We could crawl at twenty-two   If we crawl at two   We could crawl at twenty-two
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