| Mr Burns: You stay with me, you’re the pick of the litter.
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| Lisa: Maybe we were wrong about Burns on this one…
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| Smithers: Are you sure you wanna go through with this, Sir,
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| you do have a very full wardrobe as it is…
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| Mr Burns: Yes… but not completely full. |
| You see…
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| (Breaks into song)
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| …some men hunt for sport,
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| Others hunt for food.
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| The only thing I’m hunting for
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| Is an outfit that looks good.
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| See my vest, see my vest,
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| Made from real gorilla chest.
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| Feel this sweater, there’s no better
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| Than authentic Irish Setter.
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| See this hat, 'twas my cat.
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| My evening wear, vampire bat.
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| These white slippers are albino
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| African endangered rhino.
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| Grizzly bear underwear,
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| Turtle necks I’ve got my share.
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| Beret of poodle on my noodle it shall rest
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| Try my red robin suit,
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| It comes one breast or two…
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| See my vest, See my vest, See my vest.
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| Like my loafers, former gophers,
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| It was that or skin my chauffeurs,
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| But a greyhound fur tuxedo would be best…
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| So let’s prepare these dogs,
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| Kill two for matching clogs!
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| See my vest!
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| See me vest!
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| Oh, please, won’t you see my veeeeeesst!
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| (Dialog)
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| Mr Burns: I really like the vest!
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| Smithers: I gathered that…
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| Lisa: (gasps) He’s gonna make a tuxedo out of our puppies!
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| Bart: (hums the tune of the song) Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-naaa…
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| Lisa: Bart!
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| Bart: Sorry. |
| You gotta admit, it’s catchy. |