| I’m being watched
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| By a duck
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| And with a little bit of luck
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| I can move away and never fear again
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| I saw his beak
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| He made a smirk
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| Then he dunked his head to lurk
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| And turned my blood to ice within my veins
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| I would migrate north if you could guarantee
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| That there are no ducks in the Arctic sea
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| Their waddling gives me anxiety
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| Whenever they’re following me
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| (Quack!)
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| I’m afraid of a duck
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| (With their creepy webbed feet)
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| I’m afraid of a duck
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| (And their razor sharp beak)
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| I’m afraid of duck
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| (They have beady black eyes)
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| I’m afraid of a duck
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| (And they’re staring at me!)
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| You dirty cloaca go back to your flock of
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| Paddling revolting floating freeloading poultry!
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| Quack, quack, quack, quack
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| Quack, quack, quack
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| Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
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| Here they come
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| I think I’m marked
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| Every time I’m at the park
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| A miscreant comes to steal my bread
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| Drop your things and
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| Run for the car
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| 'Cause if you don’t make it that far
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| They’ll feast upon your fallen corpse instead
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| There is nothing more fowl than a drake on a lake
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| Staring me down until I finally break
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| A flap of their wings gives me a panic attack
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| And I don’t have the strength to fight back
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| (Quack, quack)
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| I’m afraid of a duck
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| (They would kill you for your bread)
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| I’m afraid of a duck
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| (Then eat your liver instead)
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| I’m afraid of a duck
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| (I wanna smash all their eggs)
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| I’m afraid of a duck
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| (Stop laughing at me!)
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| You think that it’s funny, just wait till they’re coming
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| Don’t you know birds of a feather murder together?
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| He’s watching me! |
| (They're after me!)
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| He’s watching me! |
| (They're after me!)
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| He’s watching me! |
| (They're after me!)
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| He’s watching me! |
| (He's…)
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| Shh!
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| I’m afraid of that duck
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| I’m afraid of that other duck
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| I’m afraid of the flock
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| And all my friends think I should see a quack
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| But I’m not cool with that
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| Claiming ducks are all innocent, they’re not!
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| Little pieces of shit, they bit me when I was a kid
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| Ruined my fucking life!
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| I could have been president, look at me now!
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| I’m in this stupid band!
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| I’m not crazy you see
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| Look, they hunt in a flying «V»
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| And it’s pointed at me
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| My worst nightmare descends upon
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| Oh god! |
| Help me! |
| Oh help me!
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| Ah, ducks everywhere! |
| Shit! |
| Ah ah!
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| No no! |
| No no!
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| «What do you think doc, do you think I’m crazy? |
| «Well It sounds like you got a
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| classic case of 'Anatidaephobia' which is a fear of being watched by ducks.
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| I recommend that you go to the store buy many loaves of bread and feed the
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| ducks. |
| Feed all the ducks! |
| Feed the ducks!
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| «That's your advice?»
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| «Feed them!»
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| «Who gave you your degree?»
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| «I attended the university of quack! |
| Where I got my masters in quack I moved on
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| to quack. |
| Then.»
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| «No»
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| «Quack!»
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| «No! |
| No, no, no! |
| Not again! |
| Not again! |
| Ow ow ow! |
| There is no God!» |