They let the pigeons stay They give them names and feed them bread They live in Philadelphia
You have no chance, old man Your queen is cornered, I'd say Shoot a bird off the board Don't need your cane for this job
Click y our heels, dance dance Why I'm here, dance dance
Clap your hands, dance dance Feed the birds, dance dance Why I'm here, dance dance
You're out of breath, I see Let's tear the lid off this thing
One last dip and that's it I've got more people to see My friends, it breaks my heart
Click y our heels, dance dance Why I'm here, dance dance
Clap your hands, dance dance Feed the birds, dance dance Why I'm here, dance dance
On your hands and your knees These things change, my old friends Times change, don't they?
Let your heart carry you up up and up
Click y our heels, dance dance Why I'm here, dance dance
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