| Hey, Bungalow Bill
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| What did you kill, Bungalow Bill
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| Hey Bungalow Bill
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| What did you kill, Bungalow Bill
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| He went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gun
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| In case of accidents he always took his mom
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| He's the all American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son
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| All the children sing
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| Hey, Bungalow Bill
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| What did you kill, Bungalow Bill
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| Hey Bungalow Bill
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| What did you kill, Bungalow Bill
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| Deep in the jungle where the mighty tiger lies
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| Bill and his elephants were taken by surprise
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| So Captain Marval zapped him right between the eyes
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| All the children sing
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| Hey, Bungalow Bill
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| What did you kill, Bungalow Bill
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| Hey Bungalow Bill
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| What did you kill, Bungalow Bill
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| The children asked him if to kill was not a sin
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| Not when he looked so fierce his mommy butted in
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| If looks could kill it would have been us instead of him
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| All the children sing
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| Hey, Bungalow Bill
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| What did you kill, Bungalow Bill
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| Hey Bungalow Bill
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| What did you kill, Bungalow Bill
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| Hey, Bungalow Bill
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| What did you kill, Bungalow Bill
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| Hey Bungalow Bill
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| What did you kill, Bungalow Bill
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| Hey, Bungalow Bill
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| What did you kill, Bungalow Bill
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| Hey Bungalow Bill
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| What did you kill, Bungalow Bill
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| Hey, Bungalow Bill
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| What did you kill, Bungalow Bill
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| Hey Bungalow Bill
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| What did you kill, Bungalow Bill |