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She was pregnant in May Now they're on their way Dashing thru the snow To St. John's, here we go

Well, it could be a boy But it's okay if he's girl Oh, these things that grow out of The things that we give

We should move to the west side They still believe in things That give a kid half a chance

When he pulled off the road Step in a waltz of ted moon-beams Said he fit an APB, A robbery nearby

And he go for his wallet And they thought he was going for a gun And the cops blew Bird away

Some kids like watching Saturday cartoons Some girls listen to records all day in their rooms But what do birds leave behind, of the wings that they came with If a son's in a tree building model planes?

Skeletons, Skeletons.