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What a guy, Me oh my. His hands move fast, Makes me want to cast, A line into the water avast, Ye matey he is the most ashen fellow My god sometimes he looks quite yellow; When the trumpets blare, He gives them a stare, And the words we fear, He says just loud enough to hear, I have never been so disappointed in my life, Oh boy what a tear.
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
The Man who Shan't be Named