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We ate Soda, the embassy cat |
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Poor Soda's coda |
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No more da capo, she's decapitated |
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Running 'round the room, half-baked |
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The other half is bacon and sizzling in the frying pan |
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We ate the TV |
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We ate the armchair |
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We ate the telephone |
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We ate the styrofoam |
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My God how we got so far only to reach so low |
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The Russians saved the janitor |
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Soda was a little tough to eat |
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No wonder she was hard meat |
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Out on the roof with the feline goose |
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But Soda had a heart of gold |
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The ambassador's wife had the liver |
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"Please deliver us from evil," she cried |
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"I know all about cats and their heavy vibes" |
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She was a very hip ambassador's wife |
