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It's clear now that your hat won't fit |
[Anon] |
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Perhaps your skull has shrunken. |
[Will H] |
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Your pants, too, seem to pinch a bit |
[evan_ers] |
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You walk as though you're drunken
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[evan_ers]
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So who deserves the major blame - |
[Kansas Sam] |
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The barkeep or the tailor? |
[Kansas Sam] |
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For your uniquely-shapen frame |
[evan_ers] |
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And cranium so much frailer?
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[evan_ers]
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I think those two are in cahoots |
[evan_ers] |
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With Sol, the haberdasher |
[evan_ers] |
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Who, when he's not purveying suits, |
[Kansas Sam] |
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Runs Fermi's atom-smasher
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[Kansas Sam]
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Which makes me wonder if, perchance, |
[Kansas Sam] |
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Your quarks have lost their charm |
[Kansas Sam] |
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And though he used to hem your pants |
[evan_ers] |
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To you, Sol's now lukewarm
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[evan_ers]
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You ought now take your smallish head |
[evan_ers] |
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And leave this cold, hard city |
[evan_ers] |
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As did your long-lost brother, Fred, |
[Francine] |
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Reputed to be witty
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[Francine]
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This town, it just ain't big enough |
[evan_ers] |
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For th' two of us to live in |
[evan_ers] |
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And since I'm a heckuva lot more tough |
[Francine] |
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You might as well just give in
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[Francine]
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Aha! I see you've packed your bags |
[evan_ers] |
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For th' train to Tallahassee |
[evan_ers] |
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east side |
[Anon] |
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Go dwell among the scallywags (replaces previous line) |
[Will H] |
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And rip off some wee lassie.
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[Dottie]
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Forget your plans to maximize |
[Dottie] |
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Your puny little income |
[Grayman] |
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By coveting the Bigo prize |
[Grayman] |
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It really ain't fair dinkum |
[evan_ers] |