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 PHIL OCHS - Bach, Beethoven, Mozart & Me Lyrics

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Em F Em F
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Every morning at the dawn dust is in the air.
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Em F G Am
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Karen rises early, runs brushes through her hair.
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Em F Em F
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Then she buys the paper, I lay on my back,
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Em F G A
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Then she feeds the monkey, then she feeds the cat.
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Chorus:
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G
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I'll talk, I'll talk they live by the sea
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D G
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Surrounded by a cemetery.
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Bm A
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If you get tired come up for some tea
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Em Bm D Em
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With Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and me.
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Frances is the next to rise
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Powders up her nose.
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She's working for the tailor
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Makes the western clothes.
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Andy drives a sports car
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To the Warner Brothers ghost
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He used to live in England
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Now he loves the coast [chorus]
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Some times a friend comes by
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To sing the latest song,
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But David fights with Susan
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Nobody gets along.
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Every other Sunday
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It's time to make a call.
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Judy has a barbecue
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Play the volleyball. [chorus]
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In the evening When the sun goes down
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The streets are all aglow.
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We walk out on the hillside
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City shines below.
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We sit down for our supper
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The news begins to play.
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Walter he is speechless
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Eric speaks cliches. [chorus]
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Andy plays a cricket game.
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Frances holds a glass.
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Karen reads and darns a dress.
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I dream of the past.
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Dark is spreading up now
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Good evening, good night.
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Karen turns the bed sheet.
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She's turning out the light. [chorus]
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[tag]
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Em Am Bm Em
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Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and me.
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