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Waaaaaaaay down upon the SuWANNNNNNNNNNNee River,
Faaaaaaaar faaaaaar awaaaaaaaaaaaaay,
There's where my heaaaaaaaaart is yearning everrrrrrr,
You know the rest.
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dont forget his tribute to drinking coffee: beautiful creamer, pour unto me........
wait...what's the rest?
The rest is an interval of silence between notes.
During which members of the audience traditionally blow their noses, remove gum and candy from extremely "crisp" wrappers, and whisper verses of "Xanadu" to each other.
Not to mention the one in every crowd who inevitably goes out for a round of 'to go' lattes for his whole party, then comes back with four talls in a paper tray, spilling portions of them on the row he jostles past as he's been gone way past intermission.
I wish people would read poetry to me during the intermission.
Zat can be arranged...
oh dear...
And the guy who's auditioning to play Hamlet will appreciate the extra practice. But won't it make you feel self-conscious?
ode to a toad "oh, how i loathe the toad crouching in his watery abode.... if he jumps on my toilet seat one more time i'll get warts from my commode."
I can envision far worse consequences of mistaking Hoppy the Toad's little goldfish bowl for another household furnishing of similar appearance.... but iggy's verse is far more discreet.
I don't think it's discrete at all. I demand wider line breaks!
Camptown Ladies sing this song, Do-dah, do-dah. The rocket in my pants is 5 miles long, Oh do-dah day. All the do-dah night, All the do-dah day..
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