| Get 'em laughing — keep 'em there,
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| You hold your own and they’ll hold their’s,
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| Hold their glasses — can’t hold their beer
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| Tell 'em the one about the fucking queer.
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| Do the one that always works,
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| 'Bout the lazy blacks that don’t like work,
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| And once you got 'em, keep 'em there
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| Raise their spirits! |
| Raise their cheer!
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| Do that one that never fails,
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| 'Bout the gang of white thugs and the Asian male,
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| And once you got 'em, they’ll be with you!
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| See this lot’s loyal, through and through.
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| Tell Irish jokes and you can’t miss,
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| Do the building site one and how they’re all thick.
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| Keep 'em laughing — you’ll have it made,
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| We’re a friendly lot and you’ll be well paid.
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| But keep 'em laughing don’t let it stop
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| Or the truth might catch up and spoil the plot. |