| This pleasure book I’m writing
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| Doesn’t give me any thrill
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| All it does is prove conclusively
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| Where there’s a way there’s Will
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| Who by the way along with Mary
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| Peter, Patsy, and Paul
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| Has the cheek to turn the other
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| When the other was on the ball
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| It will be done Thy will become
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| Not This or That or Thee
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| But something far more mature
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| Like Victor E
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| I can’t forget the moment
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| Of my very first affair
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| When the lights were low
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| The music so soft Fred, my record player
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| Began to do the two step
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| Side by side my prize antique
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| And before you know it there they were
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| Engaging cheek to cheek
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| It will be done Thy will become
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| Not This or That or Thee
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| But something far more mature
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| Like Victor E
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| If ever there’s a moment
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| I feel absolutely sure
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| That what I’m about to verge upon
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| Won’t rate the least obscure
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| Then just to recap on that point
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| I’d like now this to say
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| When the Indians begin to charge
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| What will the Cavalry pay
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| It will be done Thy will become
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| Not This or That or Thee
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| But something far more mature
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| Like Victor E
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| Victor A. Victor B. Victor C. Victor D
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| Victor E |