| All deserters will be shot
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| At 5 o’clock tomorrow morning
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| So get yourselves together
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| And quit messing around
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| No more nonsense!
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| The assassination occurred at 3.30
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| No one was there to witness it
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| Even the breviaries had left their tapestries on the window
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| And we were all silenced
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| By the sad mildew cloud
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| That followed around
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| I wish I was back in the land of the…
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| Of the…
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| Aaahm uhm…
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| You can’t pin that one on me
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| I didn’t do a goddamn thing
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| I was just standing there
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| Then a bunch of guys came up
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| And started laying all this shit on me
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| Now what am I supposed to do?
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| I’m an American! |
| You can’t touch me!
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| Did you know all nuns are 42?
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| And their eyes are blue?
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| Did you know all table clothes
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| Are white in France?
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| Did you know women wear underpants?
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| Well, they do!
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| How does a musician imitate
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| The sound of underpants sliding
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| Over a woman’s thighs
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| Down over her ankles
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| And over her little toes?
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| And the rings on her toes?
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| And her unquipped toe nails?
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| Lightning struck the magic purse
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| I didn’t do a damn thing, man!
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| I was just standing there
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| In front of the 'Delicatessen'
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| And all these rabbies ran up
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| And a bunch of Indians and freaks
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| And monsters and f… just started …
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| Mhmh… talking in all these weird languages…
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| What aah … what … could I say?
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| Hey, I’m tired of being a freaky musician
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| I wanna be Napoleon!
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| Let’s have some more wars around here!
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| What a stinking, shitty little war we have running over there
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| Let’s get a big one!
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| A real big one!
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| With a lotta killings and bombs and blood!
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| Schooldays…
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| Schooldays…
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| Good old-fashioned rule days…
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| Schooldays…
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| Schooldays…
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| Good old-fashioned rule days… |