| have you heard about the big strong man?
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| well, he lives in the caravan
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| have you heard about the Jeffery Johnson fight
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| well lordy what a hell of a fight
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| you can take every heavy weight you’ve got
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| we’ve got a lad who can beat the whole lot
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| well, he used to ring the bells in the belfry no he’s gonna fight
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| Jack Dempsey…
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| He was my brother Sylvest (What's he got?)
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| A row of forty medals on his chest (Big Chest!)
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| well, he killed fifty badmen in the west
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| he knows no rest, thinkin' a man’s hell fire
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| don’t push, just shove, plenty of room for you and me
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| he’s got an arm like a leg
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| and a punch that can sick a battle ship (Big Ship!)
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| well it takes all the army and the navy to put the wind up Sylvest
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| well he’d thought he’d take a trip to Italy
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| and he thought he’d go by sea
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| well he jumped of the harbour in New York
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| and he swam like a man made of cork
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| he saw the Lusitania in distress (What'd he do?)
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| well he put the Lusitania on his chest
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| drank up all the water in the sea and he walked all the way to Italy
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| He was my brother Sylvest (What's he got?)
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| A row of forty medals on his chest (Big Chest!)
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| well, he killed fifty badmen in the west
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| he knows no rest, thinkin' a man’s hell fire
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| don’t push, just shove, plenty of room for you and me
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| he’s got an arm like a leg
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| and a punch that can sick a battle ship (Big Ship!)
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| well it takes all the army and the navy to put the wind up Sylvest
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| well he thought he’d take a trip to old Japan
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| and they turned out the whole brass band
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| well he played every instrument they got
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| he played the whole lot
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| well the old church bells were ringing (Hell's bells!)
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| the old church choir were singing (Hell's choir!)
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| they all turned out to say farewell to my big brother Sylvest
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| He was my brother Sylvest (What's he got?)
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| A row of forty medals on his chest (Big Chest!)
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| well, he killed fifty badmen in the west
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| he knows no rest, thinkin' a man’s hell fire
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| don’t push, just shove, plenty of room for you and me
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| he’s got an arm like a leg
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| and a punch that can sick a battle ship (Big Ship!)
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| well it takes all the army and the navy to put the wind up Sylvest |