Oh, I can see the crowd from outer space
Jessy stood on peak of full decay
Terror falling upon every cell
Copiously filling the temper well
Two, three, four
And in that way, mother restarting the day
Eat your qualms, get a new one
And in that way, looking for the delicate
Crowd is feeling quite dismal
Oh, I can see the enterprising way
Of manifesting diligent array
Make way for the motor wake
Oh, I can see the crowd from outer space
Two, three, four
And in that way, mother restarting the day
Eat your qualms, get a new one
And in that way, looking for the delicate
Crowd is feeling quite dismal
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