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The Scarlet Pimpernel |
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Who is the Scarlet Pimpernel? |
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I've heard he swaggers on a heath |
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With several daggers in his teeth. |
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They say he cracks the longest whip |
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And has the stiffest upper lip |
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I've heard he's had his skin tatooed |
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And dances in the nude |
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Who is the Scarlet Pimpernel? |
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Now really girls |
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You can't believe just anything you hear |
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For accuracy I look to the daily press |
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Today they say the fellow's a Venetian gondalier |
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A lusty Latin lover |
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Yes, well, more or less |
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And although he's feeble minded |
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They report he's all the rage |
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When he travels with his twelve foot spear |
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He was seen the other day |
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Hacking off a Frenchie's ear...And two knee caps! |
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He's always at it tooth and nail |
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There's always someone to impale |
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But he relaxes now and then |
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To take a sail upon the Seine |
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I wish he'd sail away with me |
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Or simply come to tea? |
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This plucky ne'er-do-well |
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No, this lucky bloody swell! |
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Who is the Scarlet Pimpernel? |
