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Come from the land where the oceans freeze |
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Spent three long months on the open seas |
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Paddled 'til it seemed I could take no more |
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Till ship hit ground on Prussia's shores |
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How was I to know that day |
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That the winds had swept me Wilson's way |
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'Cause soon towards me from the East |
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Came Wilson and his men on multi-beasts |
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Well it seems he didn't like my face |
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And I quickly learned that Prussia was an evil place |
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They tied me to a chair with a giant clip |
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And held a piece of paper to my tender nip |
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Then they tossed the chair in a tiny shack |
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And told me not to worry 'cause they'd soon be back |
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But I loosened up the binds where my hands were lashed |
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And ran towards the cove where my boat was stashed |
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Singing, "Oh Wilson, someday I'll kill you 'til you die |
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Oh Wilson, punch you in the eye" |
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Now Wilson knew that I was loose |
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I'd surely be subjected to some real abuse |
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Maybe end up hanging from the nearest tree |
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So angrily I paddled to the open sea |
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But the sea was eager to beat me back |
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And the waves grew huge and deadly black |
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And the gray clouds rumbled over my head |
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And I feared in my heart that I'd soon be dead |
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When the morning came and the storm had passed |
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The dismal fog began at last |
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To open up before my eyes |
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And there I saw to my surprise |
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Chains and specks of islands curved |
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Where palm trees dipped and seagulls swerved |
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Parked my kayak on a stone |
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And yelled across the ocean to his evil throne |
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I said, "Oh Wilson, someday I'll kill you 'til you die |
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Oh Wilson, punch you in the eye |
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Wilson, kill you 'til you die |
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Oh Wilson, punch you in the eye" |
