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The Hat
it sits there
it sits right over there
it sits there alone and proud
it sits over there waiting for a head
it always gets a head
it was made for getting a head
it must be musical with its band
it is one of the best
it is always covering up
it is forever non square
it cannot be worn on the ass
it can be understood by all
it has fought with the elements
it is my hat
it is my hat that you've hung
it is my hat that is guilty
it is my hat that runs away with the wind
it is my hat your broadbutt sits upon
hat that is left on the rack
it is my
hat from everywhere
it is my
it is my hat that is tipped
it is my hat that talks to my brain
it is my hat that is my crown
it is my hat it is my hat it is my hat it is
my hat IT IS MY HAT!!
oh hell-I'm wearing my cap!
Written by Ted Joans (1928-2003)
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