| Well, I rang up Pantucci
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| Spoke to Lu-chi
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| I gave them all
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| They needed to know
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| And if affairs are proceeding
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| As we’re expecting soon enough
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| The weak spots will show
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| I assume you understand that we have options on your time
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| And will ditch you in the harbour if we must
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| But if it all works out nicely
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| You’ll get the bonus you deserve
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| From doctors we trust.
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| The Fat Lady of Limbourg
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| Looked at the samples that we sent
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| And furrowed her brow
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| You would never believe that
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| She’d tasted royalty and fame
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| If you saw her now
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| But her sense of taste is such that she’ll distinguish with her tongue
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| The subtleties a spectrograph would miss
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| And then announce her decision
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| While demanding her reward
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| The jellyfish kiss
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| Now we checked out this duck quack
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| Who laid a big egg, oh so black
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| It shone just like gold
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| And then the kids from the city
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| Finding it pretty, took it home
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| And there it was sold
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| It was changing hands for weeks 'till someone left it by their fire
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| It melted to a puddle on the floor
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| For it was only a candle
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| A Roman scandal oh oh oh
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| Now it’s a pool
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| That’s what we’re paid for
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| That’s what we’re paid for
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| That’s what we’re paid for here
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| That’s what we’re paid for
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| That’s what we’re paid for
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| That’s what we’re paid for here |