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Fat Man
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When the Fat Man
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All the music gets
left for dead |
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Oh no |
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Big and sad and
hollow |
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The work in
progress of a blossoming saint with his tuba slung around |
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And around round-round-round |
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Gotta roll |
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Bigger fish to
swallow |
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Take a meeting in
the conference room about popsicles and ghosts |
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And the big words
fly and the fat man has to roll |
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Roll |
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Gotta roll |
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Uh Oh-Oh NO |
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Biting down doing
donuts round the other guy |
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Roll |
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Gotta roll |
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(from Bram Stokers novel "Dracula") |
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"The branch
of wild rose on his coffin |
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keep him
that he not move from it |
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and as for
the stake we know already of it's peace |
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or the cut
off head that giveith rest" |
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Copyright 2004 Jay Wasco |
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