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The daughter of a man was a mammal
    D                G           C                                G
She bore the mark of fire and of flame -- though they're both the same

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Born unto the age of the golden
     D                     G                 C         G
That golden age of endless loss and endless gain   tralalala

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Now because my lips have split all the little children
         D                    G                  C       G
They are hiding front, in the middle, and in the behind

    C                   E7                       A7
And because my nose has froze, but i can keep on smelling
      D                              G                  C     G
I can smell my little day away i can smell my whole day away

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Now because my teeth don't bite, i can take 'em out dancing
      D                            G                    C     G
I can take my little teeth out and show 'em a real good time

            C                
A real good time good time a good time 
            G
A real good time good time a good time 
            C                
A real good time good time a good time 
            G
A real good time good time a good time 
           
                               C
. . . (eventually) A real good time!