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Hey Panda, I dig you
You 're a puppet turned inside out
You 're plucky, exotic
Two wet ink blots
From a Chinese calligraphy pen
Two wet ink blots
From a Chinese calligraphy pen
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But don't you lie to my face
Don't you even dare
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You 're not really a bear
Not really a bear
Not really a bear
Not really a bear
Not really a bear
Not really a bear
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Teddy got game
But the Teddies are toys
See the browns and the blacks
Are the real McCoys
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Koala, I dig you
And your scratch-off lottery skills
Your silhouette
Is fetching
Like a shrunken dried-up
Mouseketeer in a jar
Like a shrunken dried-up
Mouseketeer in a jar
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But don't you lie to my face
Don't you even dare
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You 're not really a bear
Not really a bear
Not really a bear
Not really a bear
Not really a bear
Not really a bear
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Hey Franklin,
Ben Franklin
And at that precise moment
The courtroom doors fly open
And a throng of angry figures erupts into the proceedings
The judge bangs has gavel and calls for order
But they don't understand anything he says
Because they are bears
Real bears
And they have come to take back their name...
(Lauren London - additional vocals)
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Copyright 2006 Zach London