I come from the north where the oceans freeze
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Spent three long months on the open seas
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Paddled 'til it seemed I could take no more
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When my ship hit ground on Prussia's shores
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How was I to know that day
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That the winds had swept me Wilson's way
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'Cause soon towards me from the East
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Came Wilson and his men on multi-beasts
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Well it seems he didn't like my face
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And I quickly learned that Prussia was an evil place
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They tied me to a chair with a giant clip
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And held a piece of paper to my tender nip(ple)
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Then they tossed the chair in a tiny shack
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And told me not to worry 'cause they'd soon be back
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But I loosened up the binds where my hands were lashed
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And ran towards the cove where my boat was stashed
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Singing "Oh Wilson, someday I'll kill you 'til you die
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Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye"
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When Wilson knew that I was loose
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I'd surely be subjected to some real abuse
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Maybe end up hanging from the nearest tree
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So angrily I paddled to the open sea
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But the sea was eager to beat me back
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And the waves grew huge and deadly black
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And the gray clouds rumbled over my head
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And I feared in my heart that I'd soon be dead
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When the morning came and the storm had passed
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And the dismal fog began at last
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To open up before my eyes
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And there I saw to my surprise
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Chains and specks of islands curved
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Where palm trees dipped and seagulls swerved
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And I parked my kayak on a stone
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And yelled across the ocean to his evil throne
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I said "Oh Wilson, someday I'll kill you 'til you die
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Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye
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Wilson, kill you 'til you die
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Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye"
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Punch You In The Eye
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Phish |