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Holland’s papa wouldn’t stay in the ground
Dead and buried and he walked into town
Lord God, what is Ma to do?

Mama’s so mad cause he muddied up his suit
Caught in a thorn bush, blowin on a flute
Lord God, what is Ma to do?

James: 12456789Thousand, Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant
Farley: would everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down

James: 12456789Thousand, Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant
Farley: would everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down

If he did drive into town
Everyone would stand around, and stare
Holland’s daughter would catch a glimpse
In the mirror as she clinched, her hair

Holland’s papa wouldn’t stay in the ground
Dead and buried and he walked into town
Lord god what is Ma to do?

Mama’s so mad cause she can’t scare him off
Even if she’s wrapped in a table cloth
Oh Lord what is Ma to do

James: 12456789Thousand, Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant
Farley: would everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, Calm down

James: 12456789Thousand, Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant
Farley: would everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down

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