| I have known little civility, sir
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| Few have been kind, fewer truthful
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| And though within my ability, sir
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| I remain dutifully youthful
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| I go gray, then bald, with chagrin
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| When you play the violin
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| How I pray for death to begin
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| When you play the violin
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| True, there’s been trouble and trickery, sir
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| Trembling and tribulations
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| Twitches from switches of hickory, sir
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| You, sir, and your usurpations
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| But my patience wears very thin
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| When you play the violin
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| How I stay, I can’t imagine
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| When you play the violin
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| I’ve endured struggling and thuggery, sir
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| Physical Ed and psychosis
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| Sculleries, skulls, and skullduggery, sir
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| Haplessness, hype and hypnosis
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| But, oy vey!
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| The horrible din
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| When you play the violin
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| You betray an ear made of tin
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| When you play, when you slay
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| The violin…
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| (Proceeds to play violin) |