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Don Quixote`s in the parlor
Stiffly in his armor
He doesn`t want your tea
Says he vainly fought some giants
But has no complaints
"It was a day`s work for me"
I told him, "Crazy little punk
You`re a fool for all that spunk
Why not go home, you`re tired now
That lame old horse is dying
And Sancho Panza`s crying
Please release me from my vow"
Don Quixote Don Quixote
de la Mancha
Tired of your mantra
Go on home Don Quixote
All the world is a minefield
And you`re going to have to yield
Go on home now and take your bed
You don`t know cows from great monsters
Citadels from dumpsters
Your impossible dreams have fled
Dulcinea the simpleton
Has reduced you to a crumb
And your lance has become a crutch
I know you`re a pious man
But you`ve stood your final stand
You`re like a van without a clutch
Don Quixote Don Quixote
de la Mancha
Tired of your mantra
Go on home Don Quixote
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