This is a song for Phil Daoust
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Occasional Guardian newspaper journal-oust
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I never ever ever mentioned your name
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Or the review that you wrote, when I was new to this game
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But now the time has come
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I think I've dealt with my feelings at last
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I really wanna forgive ya, Phil
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Yeah, I wanna put the past in the past-a
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Oh, and as this is London town
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I thought I outta take the opportunity
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'Cause there's a pretty good chance
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Somebody out there will know you
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Maybe they will pass on a message for me
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Just wanna say, Phil Daoust
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Occasional Guardian newspaper journal-oust
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That it's been three years since you wrote it
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And time is very healing
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But I still wanna cut big chunks of flesh out of your stupid face
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And make your children watch while I force you to eat them
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Yeah, I wanna make your children watch you eat your own face-meat
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Ding dang, ding dang dong
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This is my Phil Daoust song
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Everybody sing along
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la
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I hope one of your family members dies
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Phil, ding dang dong
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I've written you this special song
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To help you get the attention
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You obviously, desperately lack
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And I know that you're a smart man
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And with such a fine mind, I guess it has to be hard
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To resist throwing narcissistic, intellectual tantrums
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In the supermarket aisles of your self-regard
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Just wanna say, Phil Daoust
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I know it must be really hard to be a journal-oust
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While a deadline's always looming, and the pressure to be entertaining
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So maybe you should quit and get a job that you'd be better at
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Like killing yourself, you fucking cunt
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Ding dang, ding dang dong
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This is my Phil Daoust song
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Everybody sing along
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Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la
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I hope something you love catches on fire
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Phil, ding dang dong
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I've written you this special song
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To show how far I've come along
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In my efforts to be more mature in the face of negative feedback
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You fucking poo-face
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The Song For Phil Daoust
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| Tim Minchin |
