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The work ain't hard, I'm clean and dry, |
[Dottie] |
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I'll get my paycheck by and by |
[Grayman] |
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But for the flies, I'd like it fine |
[Will H] |
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'Tis Noble Art, this turpentine
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[Kansas Sam]
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My boss - this Michaelangelo |
[evan_ers] |
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Is gifted, true, but oh so slow |
[Kansas Sam] |
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I doubt that he'll amount to much |
[evan_ers] |
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He makes me pay when we go Dutch
|
[Kansas Sam]
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Each day I climb his scaffolding |
[evan_ers] |
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Although his plan is baffling |
[Beefy] |
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I bring his brushes, cloths and paint |
[evan_ers] |
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Not bad, but Raphael he ain't
|
[Grayman]
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His choice of artwork's quite revealing |
[Beefy] |
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Saints and cherubs on the ceiling |
[evan_ers] |
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With brush, he strokes their itty parts |
[Kansas Sam] |
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(I think he practices on tarts)
|
[Beefy]
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At night, though he'll refuse to quit |
[evan_ers] |
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I chug some vino and get lit |
[Francine] |
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The spots before my eyes inspire |
[Beefy] |
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Lust - can plaster sate desire?
|
[Helen Owly]
|
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He asked me once to be his model |
[Will H] |
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And, prone to pose, I soon did coddle |
[Kansas Sam] |
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I thought an angel I might be |
[evan_ers] |
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Or even God. (He looks like me)
|
[Francine]
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If I can get away, I might |
[Beefy] |
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Become an archer! Or a knight! |
[evan_ers] |
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My valour'd make the damsels swoon |
[Beefy] |
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And if I'm shagged, 'twill be a boon
|
[Francine]
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But till that day, I'm bound to toil |
[Beefy] |
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Trapped within this mortal coil |
[Grant Mild] |
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As the paint glows, fresh and pristine |
[Beefy] |
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I marvel at this work, Sistine
|
[Grant Mild]
|
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I'd like to meet our boss, Pope Julius |
[Will H] |
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I'd say, "Your Grace, thy hat not fooly us" |
[Grant Mild] |
