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Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone
Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you
Talk my duke a mountain, Helping Friendly Book
Inasfar as fiefdom, I think you bad crook
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you
I talked to my son Roger, Rutherford the same
(or "I talked to Mike Christian, Rog and Pete the same")
When we had that meeting, over down near Game(henge)
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you
You got me back thinkin' that you're the worst one
I must inquire, Wilson, can you still have fun?
Oh, Wilson, can you still have fun?
Oh, Wilson, can you still have fun?
Maybe if I feel adventurous one day, I'lll do the solo, but not now.
Matt (lmmazz@fuse.net)