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Not long ago, I've heard it said |
[Beefy] |
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There's not much fun in being dead |
[Francine] |
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And yet, for some, the grave seems better |
[Will H] |
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Before the days of mobile phones |
[Beefy] |
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My calls begat more pleasant tones |
[Kansas Sam] |
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Is it now passé to write a letter?
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[Francine]
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The world today is all a-rush |
[Beefy] |
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Scant time to crap, no time to flush |
[Kansas Sam] |
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Impatience leaves the men's room wetter. |
[Will H] |
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Is Grandpa's time the pace was slow |
[Francine] |
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And folk were friendlier, you know, |
[Beefy] |
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And well-trained, like my Irish Setter
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[Francine]
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Young men were courteous and kind |
[Beefy] |
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And praised the cooking when they dined |
[Francine] |
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Except when dining with Loretta
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[Beefy]
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Loretta was a pleasant gal |
[Francine] |
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A kindly soul, a real pal |
[Beefy] |
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She could have been a real jet-setter
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[Grayman]
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But cooking never was her thing |
[Beefy] |
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My stomach took a hammering |
[Grayman] |
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I sometimes wish I'd never met her
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[Beefy]
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vvv |
[Will H] |