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Monkberry Moon Delight

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So I sat in the attic,
A piano at my nose,
And the wind played a dreadful cantata (cantata…).
Sore was I from the crack of an enemy’s hose,
And the horrible sound of tomato (tomato…).

Ketchup (ketchup)
Soup and puree (Soup and puree),
Don’t get left behind (get left behind)…

When a rattle of rats had awoken,
The sinews, the nerves and the veins.
My piano was boldly outspoken, in attempts to repeat its refrain.

So I stood with a knot in my stomach,
And I gazed at that terrible sight
Of two youngsters concealed in a barrel,
Sucking monkberry moon delight.

Monkberry moon delight,
Monkberry moon delight.

Well, I know my banana is older than the rest,
And my hair is a tangled beretta.
When I leave my pajamas to Billy Budapest,
And I don’t get the gist of your letter (your letter…).

Catch up! (catch up),

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