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Oh cheeky,
Oh naughty
You're so
And I how you knew

But these don't walk too well
A bad sense of
And so they stumble in three's
Such a collection

Oh you chicken
Can poor teeth take so much kicking?
You're so charming
As you peck way up there

And these finks don't dress too
No
To be a zombie all the
such dedication

Oh please sir, you let it go by
'Cause I failed tests with my legs both tied
In my place the is all there
I've been ever so sad for a long time

My, my wanted the works, can you this and that?
I never got a back
More fool me, bless my
fool me, bless my soul
More fool me, my soul

Oh masters
thrive on disasters
They all look so
they find their way up there

But dead finks don't talk too
They've got a shaky of diction
It's not so much a hell
just a dying fiction