When we turn up in our turn up’s
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our hearts are heavy
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our heads are ready to levy
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For the yippee-less swing
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for the tot-less cot
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for the mock
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for the shock
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for the fun powder plot
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With courage and conviction
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in donkey-jaw diction
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we cry for the cause because the courts have left us lonely; disowned us daddies like the poopers of the party
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Gently
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gently take them from me… gently
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gently take them from me…gently
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gently take them from me
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and I’ll be left dumfound as a donkey
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This is a booty call; my boot up your arse hole
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This is a Freudian slip; my slipper in your bits
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The Fun Powder Plot
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| Wild Beasts |
