| We sail tonight for Singapore
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| We’re all as mad as hatters here
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| I’ve fallen for a tawny moor
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| Took off to the Land of Nod
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| Drank with all the Chinamen
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| Walked the sewers of Paris
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| I danced along a colored wind
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| Dangled from a rope of sand
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| You must say goodbye to me
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| We sail tonight for Singapore
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| Don’t fall asleep while you’re ashore
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| Cross your heart and hope to die
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| When you hear the children cry
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| Let marrow bone and cleaver choose
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| While making feet for children’s shoes
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| Through the alley
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| Back from Hell
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| When you hear that steeple bell
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| You must say goodbye to me
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| Wipe him down with gasoline
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| Till his arms are hard and mean
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| From now on boys this iron boat’s your home
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| So heave away boys
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| We sail tonight for Singapore
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| Take your blankets from the floor
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| Wash your mouth out by the door
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| The whole town is made of iron ore
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| Every witness turns to steam
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| They all become Italian dreams
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| Fill your pockets up with earth
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| Get yourself a dollar’s worth
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| Away boys, away boys, heave away
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| The captain is a one-armed dwarf
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| He’s throwing dice along the wharf
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| In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King
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| So take this ring
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| We sail tonight for Singapore
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| We’re all as mad as hatters here
|
| I’ve fallen for a tawny moor
|
| Took off to the Land of Nod
|
| Drank with all the Chinamen
|
| Walked the sewers of Paris
|
| I danced along a colored wind
|
| Dangled from a rope of sand
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| You must say goodbye to me |