Of late I've heard
the word "assass-..."
My greatest hope...?
My greatest hope...?
This tool shall pass...
...before my pound
...before my pound
of powder'd glass
gets stirr'd into his Coke.
gets stirr'd into his Coke.
(Composure, please!)
I've heard,
"Let's put him out to grass
before his muster'd
before his muster'd
mustard gas
assassinates
assassinates
the working class."
He passes gas -- no joke.
He passes gas -- no joke.
(Let me reprise.)
This misanthrope --
this ghoul -- shall pass.
This dick, this dope,
this stool shall pass.
Stay cool! Don't mope!
This fool shall pass.
I hope I've not misspoke.
(No guarantees.)
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