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Head and Shoulders, knees and toes That's the way the story goes Here is something no one knows To lepers...it's important It's the inventory song You may think that this is wrong Put me back where I belong But, lepers need to do this Count your digits 'fore you leave It's a fact you must believe They're not out for to deceive They need to inventory If they count and all is there They face the world without a care They lose their parts, but not their hair Their day will be successful Head and Shoulders, Knees and toes That's the way the old song goes I've got four fingers and six toes I guess I'll put some gloves on The inventory song is neat It teaches them, they need two feet Or they can't walk down the street It really is important Gripping things is kind of tough When digits...you've not enough You know your fingers' with your stuff You'll go and find it later So, if you think that  this is wrong And you do not like this song Put me back where I belong I think this song's a service Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes I've a friend with half a nose Now you know what no one knows Inventory is required. .
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May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC
The Inventory Song
Head and Shoulders, knees and toes That's the way the story goes Here is something no one knows To lepers...it's important It's the inventory song You may think that this is wrong Put me back where I belong But, lepers need to do this Count your digits 'fore you leave It's a fact you must believe They're not out for to deceive They need to inventory If they count and all is there They face the world without a care They lose their parts, but not their hair Their day will be successful Head and Shoulders, Knees and toes That's the way the old song goes I've got four fingers and six toes I guess I'll put some gloves on The inventory song is neat It teaches them, they need two feet Or they can't walk down the street It really is important Gripping things is kind of tough When digits...you've not enough You know your fingers' with your stuff You'll go and find it later So, if you think that  this is wrong And you do not like this song Put me back where I belong I think this song's a service Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes I've a friend with half a nose Now you know what no one knows Inventory is required. .
roger-turner
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May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC
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