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Oh cheeky,
Oh naughty
so perceptive
And I how you knew

But these finks don't walk too
A bad sense of
And so they 'round in three's
Such a strange

Oh you chicken
Can those poor teeth so much kicking?
always so charming
As you peck your way up

And these don't dress too well
No
To be a all the time
Requires such

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

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

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

But finks don't talk too well
They've got a shaky sense of
It's not so much a living
It's a dying fiction