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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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Communion's got a lot of grace |
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It's got style and bread and wine |
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But they're not mine! |
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You know what I like! |
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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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I may be long in tooth and jaw |
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But I've got a lot of nerve |
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When it comes to an angel boy |
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Pray for me! |
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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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What an old codger I am |
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When the choir is singing in the aisles |
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And the moon tomes up over the steeple |
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I might just turn into a bol-weevil |
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And creep up on you with my beef-jerky! |
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Hey baby! |
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We're gonna shave 'em dry |
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You know what shave 'em dry is? |
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You'll learn! |
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Mmmm, that's good, that's good! |
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That's very good! |
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Just close your eyes baby and think of England! |
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Well why not? |
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I always keep my socks on! |
