Spearmint Rhino was taking our money when Gran was robbed of her own life honey.
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The driverless hornet las post on the trumpet.
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His blind, crippled crumpet don't like it but lump it.
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The engine won't start without him.
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So I went down to Sherry's mod suits and Paul Weller.
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All pork pies and drainpipes to wear in all weather.
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All of us shed a tear thinking of yesteryear.
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Raise whiskey, raise beer, the old boy is not here.
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The engine won't start without him.
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And so he's left us done to the nines with satin for lining and a coating of pine and the engine is broke I can't fix and I've lost all the coals and we're running quite low...
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Good Old Bill
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The Maccabees |