| I come from the land where the oceans freeze
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| Spent three long months on the open seas
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| Paddled 'til it seemed I could take no more
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| When my ship hit ground on Prussia’s shores
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| How was I to know that day
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| That the winds had swept me Wilson’s way
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| Cause soon towards me from the East
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| Came Wilson and his men on multi-beasts
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| Well it seems he didn’t like my face
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| And I quickly learned that Prussia was an evil place
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| They tied me to a chair with a giant clip
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| And held a piece of paper to my tender nip (ple)
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| Then they tossed the chair in a tiny shack
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| And told me not to worry cause they’d soon be back
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| But I loosened up the binds where my hands were lashed
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| And ran towards the cove where my boat was stashed
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| Singing «Oh Wilson, someday I’ll kill you 'til you die
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| Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye»
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| When Wilson knew that I was loose
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| I’d surely be subjected to some real abuse
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| Maybe end up hanging from the nearest tree
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| So angrily I paddled to the open sea
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| But the sea was eager to beat me back
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| And the waves grew huge and deadly black
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| And the gray clouds rumbled over my head
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| And I feared in my heart that I’d soon be dead
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| When the morning came and the storm had passed
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| And the dismal fog began at last
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| To open up before my eyes
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| And there I saw to my surprise
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| Chains and specks of islands curved
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| Where palm trees dipped and seagulls swerved
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| And I parked my kayak on a stone
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| And yelled across the ocean to his evil throne
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| I said «Oh Wilson, someday I’ll kill you 'til you die
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| Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye
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| Wilson, kill you 'til you die
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| Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye» |