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Oh cheeky,
Oh sneaky
so perceptive
And I wonder how you

But finks don't walk too well
A bad of direction
And so stumble 'round in three's
a strange collection

Oh you headless
Can those poor teeth take so kicking?
always so charming
As you your way up there

And these finks don't too well
No
To be a all the time
such dedication

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

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

But dead finks don't too well
They've got a sense of diction
It's not so much a living
It's just a dying