Mr. Robinson

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What’s up with you, Mr. Robinson?
You picked a strange time to compose a billet doux.
Oo, oo, oo.
It’s very odd, Mr. Robinson,
Just when anyone with sense would be lying low.
They say your own words convict you of the crime.
What luck for them when it seems they have so little else!
They’re out to nail a patsy every time.
This time they say the patsy nailed himself.
What’s up with you, Mr. Robinson?
You picked a strange time to compose a billet doux.
Oo, oo, oo.
It’s very odd, Mr. Robinson,
Just when anyone with sense would be lying low.
You pulled off a long-range shot without a gun,
And where is the projectile that you shot?
To take apart a gun so quickly can’t be done.
They don’t seem to know what’s evidence and what’s not.
What’s up with you, Mr. Robinson?
You picked a strange time to compose a billet doux.
Oo, oo, oo.
It’s very odd, Mr. Robinson,
Just when anyone with sense would be lying low.
Just when anyone with sense would be lying low.

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