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Well, I rang up Pantucci |
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Spoke to Lu-chi |
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I gave them all |
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They needed to know |
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And if affairs are proceeding |
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As we're expecting soon enough |
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The weak spots will show |
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I assume you understand that we have options on your time |
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And will ditch you in the harbour if we must |
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But if it all works out nicely |
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You'll get the bonus you deserve |
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From doctors we trust. |
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The Fat Lady of Limbourg |
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Looked at the samples that we sent |
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And furrowed her brow |
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You would never believe that |
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She'd tasted royalty and fame |
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If you saw her now |
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But her sense of taste is such that she'll distinguish with her tongue |
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The subtleties a spectrograph would miss |
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And then announce her decision |
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While demanding her reward |
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A jellyfish kiss |
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Now we checked out this duck quack |
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Who laid a big egg, oh so black |
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It shone just like gold |
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And then the kids from the city |
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Finding it pretty, took it home |
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And there it was sold |
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It was changing hands for weeks 'till someone left it by their fire |
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It melted to a puddle on the floor |
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For it was only a candle |
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A Roman scandal oh oh oh |
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Now it's a pool |
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That's what we're paid for |
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That's what we're paid for |
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That's what we're paid for here |
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That's what we're paid for |
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That's what we're paid for |
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That's what we're paid for here |
