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There's a fellow roaming round the street |
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I think most of all I'd like to meet |
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I must consider him a clever lad |
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Making like a young sir galahad |
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Everywhere I go I think he's been |
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He autographs the walls around the scene |
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If you look hard enough you'll find him there |
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In rooms of public places everywhere |
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Kilroy was here |
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Left his name around the place |
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Kilroy was here |
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Thought I've never seen his face |
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On a short vacation with my friends |
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I found I had time on my hands to spare |
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Surveyed my telescope around the land |
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And saw his name imprinted in the sand |
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Kilroy was here |
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Left his name around the place |
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Kilroy was here |
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Thought I've never seen his face |
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On a short vacation with my friends |
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I found I had time on my hands to spare |
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Surveyed my telescope around the land |
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And saw his name imprinted in the sand |
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I wonder could he be a cavalier |
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Or a roving musketeer |
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Or just a dustman who's insane |
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Everyplace regardless where or when |
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.... strikes again and again and again |
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If I ever meet that man at all |
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I'll hang a plague upon my bedroom wall |
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A monument erected in his name |
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Would help to contribute his name |
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Kilroy was here |
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Left his name around the place |
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Kilroy was here |
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Thought I've never seen his face |
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On a short vacation with my friends |
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I found I had time on my hands to spare |
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Surveyed my telescope around the land |
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And saw his name imprinted in the sand |
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Kilroy was here |
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Though I've never seen his face |