| I was in the woods last night with my boyfriend Ernie
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| And he said to me, «Soph»
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| He always called me Soph
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| He said to me, «Soph, these woods sure are dark
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| I sure wish I had a flash light», I said to him, «So do I, Ernie
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| You have been munching grass for the last ten minutes»
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| I will never forget it, it was on the occasion of Ernie’s eightieth birthday
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| And in honor of the occasion, he married a twenty year old girl
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| And he rang me up the very next day and he said to me, «Soph, Soph
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| I have just married myself a twenty year old girl, what do you think of that?»
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| And I said to him, «Ernie, when I am eighty years old
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| I shall marry myself a twenty year old boy
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| And let me tell you something
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| Ernie, twenty goes into eighty a hell of a lot more
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| Than eighty goes into twenty»
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| I was in bed last night with my boyfriend Ernie
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| And he said to me, «Soph, you got no tits and a tight box»
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| I said to him, «Ernie, get off my back» |