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Jack was really a jester |
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Who held his one good eye on the queen |
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And there sat the king beside her |
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He's pointing his sword up and down with every scene |
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And the wizard's in the corner |
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Catching peanuts between his teeth |
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And the dogs lying in the shadow in the archway |
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There's one good dog sleeping filled with good ol' dog dreams |
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He slipped next to the wizard |
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Whispered something deep to the bottom of his ear |
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A little joke, the one about the farmer's daughter |
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How she was stomping on grapes |
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Coming up with blue feet and beer |
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And he slipped behind the queen |
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Where the fools go the rich don't mind |
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Lately the king's nights have turned a little rusty |
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And his halo, I mean his crown has gone |
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And slipped down around his eyes |
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The wizard's in the corner |
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Pulling lizards between his knees |
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And the dog, he been long gone |
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Gone to pitch for the winning team |
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Fifty-two, I mean fifty-four bicycles on the wall |
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Ready to ride, ready to ride until the last of them falls |
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Jack's been cooking in the kitchen |
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Whompin' up some biscuits for us all |
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For us all, for us all |
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Ready to ride, ready to ride, ride |
