If it blows rain and drops wind
There will be no confusion
As it is all true
That East is West
And West is East
Bad is good
And good is bad
Because in reality
It doesn't matter anyway
If it spills water over milk
I won't clean up
Because
Now is then
And then is now
Because in reality
It doesn't matter anyway
If I get grape jelly
And can't find the butter
I wont look for bread
If the doorbell rings
I'll pretend not to hear
I will turn up the volume
And change the channel
Oh Damn...
I should have answered
It was Santa Clause
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