Thereand's one thousand seven hundred and forty-two
People in this little town
And that one proverbial horse
And everybody hereand'd be more than happy
To spread a little gossip and'round
If it ainand't about them, of course
The bankand's called in bubbaand's note
The higgins boyand's done got on dope
And oland' man doddand's been peeping through windows with a telescope
How can there be
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So many ripples in this tiny puddle
So many hearts tossed on this little storm
In a town this shallow
When you stur it youand'll find trouble like
So many ripples in a tiny puddle
Last year the local mayor got caught
Doinand' the breast stroke in the typinand' pool
Now thatand's hands-on politics
And bubbaand's land, the banker bought it cause he knew
Thatand's where theyand're building the county school
Heand's gonna get rich again
And two seniors are havinand' babies
Ainand't no ifs, ands or maybes, cause
When you hear it from the avon lady, its the gospel truth
How can there be
Chorus
Bridge:
Itand's a tempest in a teapot
Itand's a roaring little mouse
We call it the days of our lives on the rural route
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