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    I`m a gonna wrap myself in paper, I`m a gonna dub myself with glue,
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    stick some stamps on top of my head, I`m a gonna mail myself to you.

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    I`m a gonna tie me up in a little red string, I`m a gonna tie a blue ribbon, too,
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    climb up into my mailbox, I`m a gonna mail myself to you.

    And then the postman comes and takes me out of the mailbox
    and takes   me downtown to the post-office.
    And they put me on y big train in a big sack,
    and then it gets to your city.
    And they take the sack and they throw it off the train,
    and they take me up to your post-office.
    And your postman comes and takes me down the street to your house.

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    When you find me in your mailbox, cut the string and let me out,
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    wash the glue off of my fingers, stick some bubble-gum in my mouth.

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    Take me out of my wrapping paper, wash the stamps off of my head.
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    Pour me full of some ice-cram soda, stick me into a nice warm bed.