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Oh what's this obsession that's suddenly hit? I cannot stop thinking of Barton. On a tree by my window a little tom tit I swear was repeating 'Dick Barton' This chirpy insistence was filling my head So I got a revolver and shot the bird dead But the whole bloody garden just sang it instead A lovely dawn chorus of Barton . I ran to the priest begging "father, oh please, Deliver this sinner from Barton." But later i found myself back on my knees I can't get enough of Dick Barton . I've whipped him and hit him and starved him for days And humiliated him in hundreds of ways But he still says 'Good morning' and I'm in a daze Dick Barton, Dick Barton - Say it loud and a band is playing Say it soft and it feels like you're praying Dick barton, I'll never stop saying - Dick Barton, Dick Barton, Dick Barton!