| Father Vivian O’Blivion
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| Resplendent in his frock
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| Was whipping up the batter
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| For the pancakes of his flock
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| He was looking rather bleary
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| He forgot to watch the clock
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| Cause the night before
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| Behind the door
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| A leprechaun had stroked hi—
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| The night before
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| Behind the door
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| A leprechaun had stroked (He stroked it)
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| The night before
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| Behind the door
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| A leprechaun had stroked his
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| Smock (Stroked his smock)
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| Which set him off in such a frenzy
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| He sang «Lock Around The Crock»
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| An' he topped it off with a—
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| An' he topped it off with a—
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| An' he topped it off with a—
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| As he stumbled on his—
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| He was delighted as it stiffened
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| And ripped right through his sock
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| Oh, Saint Alfonzo would be proud of me
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| (He shouted down the block)
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| Dominus Vo-bisque 'em
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| Et come spear a tu-tu, oh
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| Won’t you eat my sleazy pancakes
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| Just for Saintly Alfonzo
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| They’re so light an' fluffy white
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| We’ll raise a fortune by tonight
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| They’re so light an' fluffy white
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| We’ll raise a fortune by tonight
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| They’re so light an' fluffy brown
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| They’re the finest in the town
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| They’re so light an' fluffy brown
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| They’re the finest in the town
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| Good morning, Your Highness
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| I brought you your snow shoes
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| Good morning, Your Highness
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| I brought you your snow shoes |