| Dainties in a jam-jar, parson’s colour in the sky.
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| Water in a fountain doesn’t get me very high.
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| Moby Dick and Albert making out with Captain Bligh.
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| So you know what you know in your head.
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| Will you, won’t you, do you, don’t you know when a head’s dead?
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| What a bringdown!
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| Winter leader Lou is growin''ampsteads in the North.
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| Betty B’s been wearin’daisies since the twenty-fourth.
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| Wears a gunner when there’s one more coming forth.
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| And you know what you know in your head.
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| Will you, won’t you, do you, don’t you wanna go to bed?
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| What a bringdown!
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| There’s a tea-leaf about in the family,
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| Full of nothin’their fairy tale.
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| There’s a tea-leaf a-floatin'now for Rosalie,
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| They’ll believe in ding-dong bell.
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| Take a butchers at the dodginesses of old Bill.
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| Aristotle’s orchestra are living on the pill.
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| One of them gets very very prickly when he’s ill.
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| And you know what you know in your head.
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| Will you, won’t you, do you, don’t you wanna make more bread?
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| What a bringdown! |