There’s something new,
With that something new,
Could it be what?
Could it be what?
It could be whip,
It could be whip,
It could be swing,
It could be swing,
It could be thrust,
It could be thrust.
It could be thrown,
It could be thrown,
It could be punch,
It could be punch,
It could be shots,
It could be shots,
Oh! What Oh! What
I’m out of action!
I’m out of Action!
Well I think it’s easy to count wise,
Well I think it’s easier to count the wise.
Well I think it’s hard to count the foolish,
Well I think it’s harder to count the foolish,
Maybe I’ll just bunk that something new,
Bunk that something new,
Bunk it, bunkit
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