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Let's see if Philip can |
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Be a little gentleman |
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Let's see if Philip's able |
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To sit at the table |
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Mama bades Phil behave |
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And papa he looks very grave |
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But fidgety Phil he won't sit still |
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He wriggles and he giggles |
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Yeah fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Well I declare |
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He rocks backwards and forwards on his chair |
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Just like it was a rocking horse |
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Mama's getting very cross |
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Yeah fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Then to make matters worse again |
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He grabs the tablecloth and then |
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Down upon the ground he falls |
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With knives plates forks spoons and all |
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Mama pulls such a face |
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At Philip's sad disgrace |
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And papa pulls such a frown |
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As Philip goes tumbling down |
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Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Where is Philip where is he |
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Oh there he is and he bleeds |
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There's a bloodstained tablecloth lying on him |
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Knives and forks they're all stuck in him |
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There's a knife and there's a fork |
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Oh Philip this is cruel work |
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What a terrible to-do |
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Philip bleeds to death and turns blue |
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fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
