| When we get to Canterbury
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| It’ll be great, wait and see
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| The food? |
| Hot! |
| The women? |
| A lot!
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| And a crypt fit to make you wanna die on the spot
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| Hey my name is Nick, I’m a scholar and a mover
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| Alisoun’s my lover, Absolom you are a loser
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey hey hey
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| Pressing on ahead to Canterbury
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| It’ll be wonderful, probably
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| Also the flowers, great along the way
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| And the tales we tell both night and day
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| Well I’m the Wife of Bath and I’m a real lady
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| What women most desire is sovereignty
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey hey hey
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| Well they call me Chauntecleer, I’m the king of the cocks
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| And I’m proud of the way I escaped from a fox
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey hey hey
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| Well I start to feel a hope that we never arrive
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| Art is the dope that makes me feel alive
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| The flowers grow huge along the way
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| And we tell big fibs the livelong day
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| Ladies and gentlemen and Geoffrey
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| Forget Canterbury
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| Brother Symkyn, I’m a miller and a swindler
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| Swyve my daughter you’ll be living in a river
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey hey hey |