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My desk’s at the back of the class
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And nobody, nobody knows
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I’m a Marrog, from Mars
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With a body of brass
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And seventeen fingers and toes.
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Wouldn’t they shriek if they knew
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I’ve three eyes in the back of my head
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And my hair is bright purple
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My nose is deep blue
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And my teeth are half-yellow half-red?
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My five arms are silver and spiked
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With knives on them sharper than spears.
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I could go back right now if I liked
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------ And return in a million light years.
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I could gobble them all
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For I am seven foot tall
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And I’m breathing green flames from my ears.
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Wouldn’t they yell if they knew,
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If they guessed a Marrog was here?
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Ha ha they haven’t a clue –
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Or wouldn’t they tremble with fear!
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“Look, look, a Marrog!”
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They’d all scream – and S M A C K!
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The blackboard would fall and the ceiling would crack
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And the teacher would faint, I suppose.
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But I would grin to myself, sitting right at the back
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And Nobody, nobody knows. |
