| We’re an oyster cracker on the stew
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| And the honey in the tea
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| We’re the sugar cubes, one lump or two
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| In the black coffee
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| The golden crust on an apple pie
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| That shines in the sun at noon
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| We’re a wheel of cheese high in the sky
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| But we’re gonna be sinkin' soon
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| In a boat that’s built of sticks and hay
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| We drifted from the shore
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| With a captain who’s too proud to say
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| That he dropped the oar
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| A tiny hole has sprung a leak
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| In this cheap pontoon
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| Now the hull has started growing weak
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| And we’re gonna be sinkin' soon (we are)
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| We’re gonna be
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| Sinkin' soon
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| We’re gonna be
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| Sinkin' soon
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| Everybody hold your breath 'cause
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| We’re gonna be sinkin' soon
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| We’re gonna be
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| Sinkin' soon
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| We’re gonna be
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| Sinkin' soon
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| Everybody hold your breath 'cause
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| Down and down we go…
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| Like the oyster cracker on the stew
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| The honey in the tea
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| The sugar cubes, one lump or two?
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| No thank you, none for me
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| We’re the golden crust on the apple pie
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| That shines in the sun at noon
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| Like the wheel of cheese high in the sky
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| Well we’re gonna be sinkin' soon |