When you spit from the twenty-sixth floor
And it floats on the breeze to the ground
Does it fall upon hats or on white Persian cats
Or on heads, with a pitty-pat sound?
I used to think life was a bore
But I don't feel that way anymore
As I count up the hits, as I smile as I sit
As I spit from the twenty-sixth floor
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