Good-morning, Revolution: You’re the very best friend I ever had. We gonna pal around together from now on. Say, listen, Revolution: You know, the boss where I used to work, The guy that gimme the air to cut down expenses, He wrote a long letter to the papers about you: Said you was a trouble maker, a alien-enemy, In other words a son-of-a-bitch. He called up the police And told ’em to watch out for a guy Named Revolution. You see, The boss knows you’re my friend. He sees us…
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