Well, I rang up Pantucci
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Spoke to Lu-chi
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I gave them all
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They needed to know
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And if affairs are proceeding
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As we're expecting soon enough
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The weak spots will show
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I assume you understand that we have options on your time
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And will ditch you in the harbour if we must
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But if it all works out nicely
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You'll get the bonus you deserve
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From doctors we trust.
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The Fat Lady of Limbourg
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Looked at the samples that we sent
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And furrowed her brow
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You would never believe that
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She'd tasted royalty and fame
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If you saw her now
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But her sense of taste is such that she'll distinguish with her tongue
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The subtleties a spectrograph would miss
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And then announce her decision
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While demanding her reward
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The jellyfish kiss
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Now we checked out this duck quack
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Who laid a big egg, oh so black
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It shone just like gold
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And then the kids from the city
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Finding it pretty, took it home
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And there it was sold
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It was changing hands for weeks 'till someone left it by their fire
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It melted to a puddle on the floor
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For it was only a candle
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A Roman scandal oh oh oh
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Now it's a pool
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That's what we're paid for
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That's what we're paid for
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That's what we're paid for here
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That's what we're paid for
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That's what we're paid for
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That's what we're paid for here
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The Fat Lady Of Limbourg
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Shivaree |