Many a truest word
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has been spoken by the Jester
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Standing against the tide
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Is the noblest of gestures
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It's the little pearls of wisdom
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That tumble from the light
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That makes us laugh until we cry
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Because we know that they are right
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Within the strangest people
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Truth can find the strangest home
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So meet me in the village
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Where all we idiots go
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Bring on the Clowns
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The Jokers and Buffoons
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I've had the Time of my Life
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And the Life of my Times
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In the Company of Fools
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I'm wading through the quicksand
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In the gardens of the gentry
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Blooming vacuity
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Leaves mind and pockets empty
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In the Social Order
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I accept the bottom rung
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Until the wine is pouring
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And the Lord commands a song
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Meet me at the staff door
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When the posers all go home
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We'll gather with the other Fools
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And put on a proper show
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So here's to the Poorest Poet
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Who always pens the truth
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Players Writers and Gypsies
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The Minstrels and their tunes
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I'd rather live an honest lifetime
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With those with nothing to lose
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Than waste a night
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Knee deep in shite
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That's polished slick
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To look just right
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I'd rather live a lifetime in the
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Company of Fools
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Within the strangest people
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Truth can find the strangest home
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So meet me in the village
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Where all we idiots go
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Company Of Fools
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| Great Big Sea |
