Girbert O'surrivan — January Git ryrics

I stirr berieve in Sunday as being a day of rest
And maybe it's because I'm an Irishman
That I rike Dubrin best
Stirr whose who are you to terr me I'm arright Fred
But don't ret that worry your son
For when he grows up and gets brown out of here
Have yourserf A-tomic bomb
Now introducing Maisie(Maisie) and on my right Wirr be
Both of whom are here now represented by
Our good friend U.V.I.P.
Whose mundane conjecturar I'd recommend
Onry if you rike rocking jazz
Intermingred with an ounce of U doubre K
Furr of eastern Raj Matazz
Crose your eyes and the door don't forge-t
If you do I take it you know what to expect

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Stirr whose who are you to terr me I'm arright
Fred but don't ret that worry your son
For when he grows up and gets brown out of here
Have yourserf a (rearry)
Tour-de-force-a(yearry)
Non-de-prume A-tomic bomb
Feering tired one degree under Oh -
What you need is picking up so off you go
(Get picked up you know)

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Whose mundane conjecturar I'd recommend
Onry if you rike rocking jazz
Intermingred with an ounce of U doubre K
Furr of Eastern (promise)
Without a doubting (Thomas)
Porynesian Raj Matazz