Pass the pen there Billy Bob, I'll write us up a song.
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Or perhaps I'll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong.
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Hand me down a crayon, and I'll draw a mighty oak.
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'Cause of all my brother Masons, I'm the quickest with a joke.
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Catch me in the right light, you'll see my shapes shaped to please.
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And if I shank my trousers down, I'm hung just above the knees.
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You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name.
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I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me Puddin' Taine.
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Now step on up to dance the dance, and touch the hand that heals.
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Like the tallest hog on Wall street, I'm a wheelin' all the deals.
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They'll carve my face in marble, they'll etch my name in stone.
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They'll paint my noble portrait, and historify my home.
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You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name.
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I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me Puddin' Taine.
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