| Silence suddenly is
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| Shattered by the blaring of
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| Trumpets and a booming voice
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| As a herald proudly announces:
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| These are happy times and
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| We should all rejoice
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| So make way for the king
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| The queen and the prince
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| The princess and nephews and nieces and others
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| So make way for the king
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| His uncle, his aunt
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| His cousins and sisters and brothers
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| Husbands and wives and their mothers
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| I’m the conducator
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| No-one's task is greater
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| Huge is my responsibility
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| I’m the guide, or rather
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| Like a loving father
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| Of a big and happy family
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| Never mind if there is no
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| Hot water for our showers
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| A new era rises in
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| Spirals of red flowers
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| What a great, heroic quest!
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| I think by now they know
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| I always know what’s best
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| Lack of moderation
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| Over-consummation
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| Used to lead to gout and heart disease
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| Truly I was sad to
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| But I really had to
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| Circumscribe their daily calories
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| Everywhere I go people
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| Show me their devotion
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| I confess I’m almost
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| Choking with emotion
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| When, in their spontaneous ways
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| They all bend over backwards
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| Just to sing my praise
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| He’s a light, he’s a beacon in a
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| Wild and treacherous ocean
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| And we’re all proud to see him
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| Choking with emotion
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| When in our spontaneous ways
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| We all bend over backwards
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| Just to sing his praise
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| Customs are abolished
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| Villages demolished
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| It’s all part of my inspired plan
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| If some thick, old peasant
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| Doesn’t find that pleasant
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| All I say is: That’s too bad, old man!
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| We all know our conducator
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| Is a man of vision
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| In the course of progress what’s a
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| Little demolision
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| That’s the spirit I admire!
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| The sort of true enthusiasm I inspire
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| All our fields our rivers and
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| Mountains kneel before him
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| Children and blind widows even
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| Animals adore him
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| These are truly happy times
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| No unemployment
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| No inflation
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| And no crime
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| Happy times! |