(Ron Mael)
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Fletcher Honorama won't you rally 'round
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the man who's on a limb?
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Sing the songs that please him very softly
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while we jolt him with a hymn
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Please, go easy now with him
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Because this is his final whim
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So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn
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Fletcher Honorama shall we justify the eighty Junes you've seen?
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Since that might be stretching things
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we'll merely sing the songs that made you scream
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Please, go easy now with him
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Because this is his final whim
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So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn
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Intakes and mistakes and lunch pails
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and headaches were willed to your one living twin
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I think that maybe you should have kept half
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of them, after all you worked for them
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After all you worked for them
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Telecast in fifty states and brought to you
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by Anti-Wrinkle Dew
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That's Fletcher Honorama see the world
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now from a different point of view
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You, go easy now with him
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Because this is his final whim
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So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn
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So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn
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Fletcher Honorama
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| Sparks |
