Is this the real life,
Is this just fantasy.
Eating a mudpie,
It tastes so good to me.
Open your eyes,
Think of the pies and see!
I'm just a hare boy,
There is no stoppng me.
Lookit pie, see it go,
Puffy creme, flaky dough,
Anyway the food goes,
Does'nt really matter to me,
To me.
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Mama, just baked a pie,
Put it on the grill,
Left it on the window sill,
See it, in the noonday sun,
And I think I will take it all away.
Mama, o-o-o-o,
Did'nt mean to steal the pie,
If it's not back again this time tomorrow,
carry on,
carry on.
It doesn't really matter.
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Too late,
It's time has come.
The last one of it's kind,
And it's the last one in it's prime.
Oh no, everybody,
Don't look here she comes!
She's gonna come over here and steal my pie.
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Mama, o-o-o-o,
Please don't take my pie,
Sometimes I wish she was never born at all.
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I see a little silhouetto of a mouse
Scaramouche, scaramouche,
And I see my pie go.
Chocolate cakes with rhubarb,
Sounding very nice to me.
Mattimeo, Mattimeo, Mattimeo, Mattimeo, Mattimeo Ferahgo, MANIFICO!!!
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I'm just a hare boy and everybody loves me,
He's just a hare boy from Redwall Abbey,
Eating his way into great gluttony.
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Eating here, scoffing there,
Give me that food there.
BISCOTTE!
No, no food for you.
BISCOTTE!
No, no food for you.
Give me food! No, no food for you.
Give me food! No, no food for you.
Give me food! No, no food for you.
Give me food!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Mama mia, mama mia,
Mama mia, give me food.
The Abbotess has a great feast put aside for me.
For me, for MEEEEEEE!!
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So you think you can starve me then steal my pie!
So you think you can starve me and then leave me to die!
Oh mammy, can't do this to me mammy.
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
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Flans and scones don't matter.
Anone can see,
Cakes and pastes don't matter,
Only the pies matter to me.
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