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live rust must . . .a crazy horse
but you are like a curry sauce
because you turn me . . . round right round
in the sound of the jacket . . . it,s the silent of sound
till hear my tale . . . says "rob the gob" a corny horn "corn on the cob"
a roll of bread best left unsaid we wipe away the midnight oil
a tahaj tally ho to see . . . in it,s silver tin and foil
cause like a veg to curry mock a chicky that,s a laughing stock
fankenstein a bride to hide like a lager draughter
would they elope like he might hope
it,s happy ever laughter ??
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the truth is out there but who cares
cares as much as the who bares bares
as dingy dime all blubbing me blubber (boo hoo hoo and slouth)
it,s all true romance and it,s time for a dancewith mr blubbermouth
and blubbing the chimes as all blub blubbing dimes
he,s usually so ribauld and rude
and flubber me blubber ( but don,t use a rubber) a romantic interlude
"what,s wrong with me what,s wrong with me"
( that,s p p p plain as for all as to see
getting his hopes up (all feline me whiney )probably thought of the frission
should stick to the dimes in the "radio swines"(she,s just so joy derision)
and don,t let them fool you (don,t let them "cool" you)
or string you along with a line
an alibi ( well it,s well worth a try)
i had friends with me there at the rhyme
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from the fridge then a hum said the fly to a chum
the twiddle me dee of the twiddle me fair
cause it,s been said as the footsteps tread
that he,ll sit in the lounge and he,d twiddle his hair
cause it,s been such fun said the fly to the one
the diddle me dee of the diddle me lair
the hobbitsies depositsies the hidden one,s in clositsies
he,s sat in the corner but don,t meet his stare
till the alehouse at twilight was that such a good night
but was he so "drunk" did the curtis one care
"forever and ever and ever" so clever
"you,ll" so "be the one" said the swooner with flair
but a band on the runand a hot so crossed bun
the twiddle me dee of the twiddle me lair
cause it,s been said as the footsteps tread
that he,ll sit in the lounge and he,ll twiddle his hair
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