| Donald Duck, if you’re on the flight, please quack your heart out
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| Give us all a laugh
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| We need one
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| A snotty nose seems to be de rigueur tonight?
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| Can someone spill the beans and tell me what I’m missing?
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| Scooby doo, where are you?
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| Can you kindly present yourself to the Captain
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| Watch your step 'round here
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| Take a wrong turn and they’ll have the clothes right off your back
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| And leave you for dead
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| Drink from the chalice of lunacy
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| Norwegian eyes are shining
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| We’ll reap just what we sow, still
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| I love you
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| So drink freely from the chalice of lunacy
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| Makkem Marras bawling
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| We’ll reap just what we sow, still
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| I love you now
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| A nice crisp sunny Autumn morning
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| You could hear the South West calling
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| From Prout Lane to Newell Road
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| Deck chair and a flask
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| You could be under Heathrow flight path right now
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| Drink from the chalice of lunacy
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| Norwegian eyes are shining
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| We’ll reap just what we sow, still
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| I love you
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| So drink freely from the chalice of lunacy
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| Makkem marras bowling
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| We’ll reap just what we sow, still
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| I love you right now |