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The onion's in the fat
And the bacon's 'bout to bat
And the posey's never even near the picture
Now where'd I whip that rotten egg
For feeling up my lover's leg?
My poor and pearly begs to be a breakfast
So I'm left all alone
Because my father bought the phone
And now I can't accept the pharmacy's prescription
So now there is a bank
Where once a summer spring
Reminded us of what we thought we ought to ding-a-ling
For ringing, ringing rockets roar atop a lark today
And all that's left is something else, there is no more to say
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