| Life could not better be, better be, better be
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| It could not possibly, no sirrrah, sirrah, sirree
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| Songs could not gayer be, sound your do, re, or mi
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| Re, mi, fa, so, la si,
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| fa la la la follow me
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| Why be gloomy?
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| Cut thy nose off to spite thy face
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| Listen to me, a nose is hard to replace
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| Skies could not bluer be, hearts in love, truer be
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| I say for you and me
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| life couldn’t possibly, not even probably
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| Life couldn’t possibly better be
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| Life could not better be on a medieval spree
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| Knights full of chivalry, villains full of villainy
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| You’ll see as you suspect maidens fair, in silks bedecked
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| Each tried and true effect for the umpteenth time we’ll resurrect
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| We did research, authenticity was a must
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| Zooks! |
| Did we search!
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| What did we find? |
| Achoo, a lot of dust
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| After the dust had cleared half the cast had a beard
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| And I’m the one as you can see
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| for whom the bell tolls merrily
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| We asked Shakespeare and Francis Bacon would they declare
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| Which one wrote this and they both said,
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| Get outta dere
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| Which bring us to the plot, plot we’ve got, quite a lot
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| As it unfolds you’ll see
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| what starts like a scary tale ends like a fairy tale
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| And life couldn’t possibly better be. |