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Brett is in the bathtub |
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making soup for the ambassadors |
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and I am in the hallway |
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singing to the troubadours |
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The kings are all lined up |
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outside the gate |
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and the autumn bells are ringing |
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but they'll just have to wait |
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Where is the joker? |
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Have you seen him around |
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with his three coned cap |
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that he wears like a clown? |
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Have you seen his stripped stockings |
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and heard his sad tale |
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about the kids under the carpet |
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and the purple humpbacked whales |
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Here come the ambassadors |
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they show up one by one |
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Brett is tasting all the soup |
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to see if it is done |
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Wendy's on the windowsill |
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waiting to be let in |
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and we're all in the bathtub now |
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making bathtub gin |
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The kings storm the hallway |
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they've climbed up through the gate |
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they didn't mean to be impolite |
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but they just couldn't wait |
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Here comes the joker |
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with his silly grin |
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he carries a martini |
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made of bathtub gin |
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Here comes the joker |
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we all must laugh |
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cause we're all in this together |
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and we love to take a bath. |