| Fletcher Honorama won’t you rally 'round
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| the man who’s on a limb?
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| Sing the songs that please him very softly
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| while we jolt him with a hymn
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| Please, go easy now with him
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| Because this is his final whim
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| So be sure that the boy don’t die before the morn
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| Fletcher Honorama shall we justify the eighty Junes you’ve seen?
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| Since that might be stretching things
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| we’ll merely sing the songs that made you scream
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| Please, go easy now with him
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| Because this is his final whim
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| So be sure that the boy don’t die before the morn
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| Intakes and mistakes and lunch pails
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| and headaches were willed to your one living twin
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| I think that maybe you should have kept half
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| of them, after all you worked for them
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| After all you worked for them
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| Telecast in fifty states and brought to you
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| by Anti-Wrinkle Dew
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| That’s Fletcher Honorama see the world
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| now from a different point of view
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| You, go easy now with him
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| Because this is his final whim
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| So be sure that the boy don’t die before the morn
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| So be sure that the boy don’t die before the morn |