We're an oyster cracker on the stew,
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And the honey in the tea,
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We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two,
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In the black coffee,
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The golden crust on an apple pie,
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That shines in the sun at noon,
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We're a wheel of cheese high in the sky,
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But we're gonna be sinkin' soon.
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In a boat that's built of sticks and hay,
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We drifted from the shore,
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With a captain who's too proud to say,
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That he dropped the oar,
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Now a tiny hole has sprung a leak,
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In this cheap pontoon,
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Now the hull has started growing weak,
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And we're gonna be sinkin' soon.
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We're gonna be
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Sinkin' soon,
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We're gonna be
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Sinkin' soon,
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Everybody hold your breath 'cause,
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We're gonna be sinkin' soon
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We're gonna be
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Sinkin' soon,
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We're gonna be
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Sinkin' soon,
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Everybody hold your breath 'cause,
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Down and down we go.
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Like the oyster cracker on the stew,
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The honey in the tea
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The sugar cubes, one lump or two?
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No thank you none for me.
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We're the golden crust on an apple pie,
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That shines in the sun at noon,
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Like the wheel of cheese high in the sky
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Well ... we're gonna be sinkin' soon.
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Sinkin' Soon
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| Norah Jones |
