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Poor little Walter Champion, all alone in his room

the only place where he can smile, like the boys at the school

but all the kids will laugh no more

when Walter shows with a gun in his drawers

the celebrative bangs and thud, the red confetti of blood

from twiddle-dee to twiddle-dum

to Walter hates you and everyone

from twiddle-dee to twiddle-dum

to Walter hates you and your mum

and all the kids will laugh no more

when Walter shows with a gun in his drawers

the celebrative bangs and thud, the red confetti of blood

leavin' the house gotta go to school

runnin' late, tell me something new

i'm just drivin' enjoyn' the cruise

with the windows down for some breeze, breeze

a wild hair took me by surprise

I cast my books on the school front yard

Listenin' to the Beatles I love

Ill drive until I hit the west coast sand.

Ill get there in s l o w m o t i o n, yeah