There we stood on our dark and isolated planetoid
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Shivering like a San Andreas windowpane.
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Suddenly looking up and seeing for the first time
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The high, suspended moon.
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Vain attempts with rocks to dislodge the thing
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Failed like spring-loaded boots and cowboy lassoing.
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Suddenly we heard Julie for the very first time
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And her voice was warm as June.
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She said, "What you need is a rocket,
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but a rocket's not an easy thing to make."
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"We got one," we said, "It's too low on gas,"
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"To get three feet above the grass."
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And Julie said "Futz", "Futz" said Julie.
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"Futz around until my return."
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The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn,
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But we tried to do it anyway, anyway,
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'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
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We perused our ramshackle rocket ship
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(Dadadadadadada)
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We observed is meriad requirements
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We saw it needed a stronger hull and electrical boosts
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and a years worth of supplies!
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Well, the news spread out like an Octopus
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(Dadadadada)
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And in time I attracted a following
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A Following made of freaks and geeks
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Of the very best kind, to enable us to fly!
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What we had was a rocket when we finished.
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But a rocket's incomplete
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With empty tanks, it's too low on gas
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To get three feet above the grass.
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And Julie said "Futz", "Futz" said Julie.
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"Futz around until my return."
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The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn,
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But we tried to do it anyway, anyway,
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'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
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Moms, dads, people that we never see,
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People that we otherwise would never hang around with,
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No battalion, every general stands alone
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Moms, dads, people that we never see,
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People that we otherwise would never hang around with,
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No battalion, every general stands alone
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Be strong, be honest, try to keep your nose clean
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Julie's coming back with gasoline, yeah (yeah!)
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And Julie said "Futz", "Futz" said Julie.
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"Futz around until my return."
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The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn,
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But we tried to do it anyway, anyway,
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'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
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And Julie said "Futz", "Futz" said Julie.
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"Futz around until my return."
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The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn,
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But we tried to do it anyway, anyway,
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'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
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But we tried to do it anyway, anyway,
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'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say...
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Whoa whoa whoa...
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Futz Said Julie
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| Pain (American Band) |
