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We're an oyster cracker on the stew, |
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And the honey in the tea, |
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We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two, |
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In the black coffee, |
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The golden crust on an apple pie, |
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That shines in the sun at noon, |
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We're a wheel of cheese high in the sky, |
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But we're gonna be sinkin' soon. |
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In a boat that's built of sticks and hay, |
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We drifted from the shore, |
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With a captain who's too proud to say, |
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That he dropped the oar, |
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Now a tiny hole has sprung a leak, |
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In this cheap pontoon, |
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Now the hull has started growing weak, |
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And we're gonna be sinkin' soon. |
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We're gonna be |
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Sinkin' soon, |
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We're gonna be |
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Sinkin' soon, |
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Everybody hold your breath 'cause, |
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We're gonna be sinkin' soon |
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We're gonna be |
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Sinkin' soon, |
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We're gonna be |
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Sinkin' soon, |
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Everybody hold your breath 'cause, |
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Down and down we go. |
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Like the oyster cracker on the stew, |
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The honey in the tea |
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The sugar cubes, one lump or two? |
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No thank you none for me. |
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We're the golden crust on an apple pie, |
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That shines in the sun at noon, |
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Like the wheel of cheese high in the sky |
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Well ... we're gonna be sinkin' soon. |
