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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 |