the word the world (i)
(iii)

i am scared of the huba joober luba
it really scares me so
i’m scared of the huba joober luba
the man he tells me so

chorus
and ’cos this terror nibbles
a rat kept in my shoes
i need a wish to walk on
to brush my daily blues

“take this special tablet
which only i supply
it keeps you dainty like a dodo
they never never die”

chorus

if i had heard reality
or studied dodo crap
i’d not believe the stories
i won’t allow me that

chorus

so i believe the tablet
and their pusher too
and everything i pay him
proves what he says is true





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