I'LL GO DOWN THE LANE
AND KNOCK FOR THE BEARDED
BABIES AGAIN
PERHAPS THEY'LL JOIN ME
IN SOME SCURILOUS GAME
LIKE THE TIME
WE POURED QUIK LIME
INTO THE BOOTS OF THE BAND
AS THEY MARCHED IN TIME
OR TOLD THE QUEEN
THAT IN ENGLAND
TO BE BALD
WAS JUST THE
SCENE
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