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we're an oyster cracker on the stew, |
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and the honey in the tea, |
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we're the sugar cubes, one lump or two, |
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in the black coffee, |
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the golden crust on an apple pie, |
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that shines in the sun at noon, |
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we're a wheel of cheese high in the sky, |
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but we're gonna be sinkin' soon. |
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in a boat that's built of sticks and hay, |
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we drifted from the shore, |
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with a captain who's too proud to say, |
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that he dropped the oar, |
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tiny hole has sprung a leak, |
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in this cheap pontoon, |
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now the hull has started growing weak, |
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and we're gonna be sinkin' soon. |
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we're gonna be |
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sinkin' soon, |
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we're gonna be |
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sinkin' soon, |
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everybody hold your breath 'cause, |
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we're gonna be sinkin' soon |
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we're gonna be |
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sinkin' soon, |
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we're gonna be |
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sinkin' soon, |
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everybody hold your breath |
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and down and down we go. |
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like the oyster cracker on the stew, |
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the honey in the tea |
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the sugar cubes, one lump or two? |
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no thank you none for me. |
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we're the golden crust on an apple pie, |
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that shines in the sun at noon, |
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like the wheel of cheese high in the sky |
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well ... we're gonna be sinkin' soon. |
