| There was a time when I enjoyed vidalia
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| there was no other fruit I dared my lips to touch
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| my grandad he prescribed vidalia
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| «for whatever ails ya" — heart disease, the grippe and such
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| But to yourself this medicine you’ll properly expose
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| the benefits of health, wealth, and respect
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| Eat it like an apple of a deep-colored rose
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| sweet victory will be yours to delect
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| But how my palate grows tired
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| so sweet, so sweet, so sweet
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| no thanks I’ll take defeat
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| I remember a dark and smoky den
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| Cheeks of roast beef bloody rare
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| Oh, whiskey-edged faces of barrel-chested men
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| And I’m feelin' small, weak and scared
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| I remember that nook, the way I shook
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| pain hurts innocence be damned
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| red with shame and red with pain
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| we all sit down to eat our leg of lamb
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| our leg of lamb…
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| we all sit down to eat our leg of lamb |