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Steffi and Dennis
01:43
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Steffi met Dennis
Out in Hong Kong
She said, "Do you like tennis?"
He said, "D'you want to hear a song?"
They ordered Thai food from a beachfront cafe
And the world said, "Faster, faster, faster."
They opened a Jamaican takeaway
And served burgers to the tourists
Steffi makes great curried goat
And Dennis makes great jerk sauce
People like to eat in their beachfront cafe
And the world said, "Faster, faster, faster."
Dennis died and Steffi wept
And the tourists mourned the loss
Of the jerk sauce on their burgers
And the fact their curried goat was
Tainted with Steffi's tears
And the world said, "Faster, faster, faster."
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My dreams are bookmarks
Bookmarks in guidebooks
That I'll take with me and leave behind
I want to find out
What's on the next page and then
Lose my place
I've bought an atlas
My flat is sublet
Two weeks ago
I gave my two weeks' notice
I want to find out
What's on the next page and then
Lose my place
My dreams are bookmarks
Bookmarks in guidebooks
That I'll take with me and leave behind
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Another Lullaby
02:00
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There's a song you used to sing me when I was a child
And every word seemed to be another lullaby
But the years roll on
And I hear that song
And it doesn't feel like it used to feel
Yeah, the years roll on
And I hear that song
And it doesn't comfort me anymore
There's a story, you used to tell me as I fell asleep
About a beast, a monster who was killed by a prince
But as I've grown older
When I hear that tale
And I wonder what the beast did wrong
Did he fall in love
With the prince's crush
Was it all a tragedy in the end?
There's a song you used to sing me when I was a child
And every word seemed to be another lullaby
But the years roll on
And I hear that song
And it makes me rethink the words once more
It make me wonder
Did they try to stop her
When the baby fell out of the tree?
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They liked to eat a lot of meat
They liked it rare, they liked it well done, they liked it medium as well
But when it started to go rancid, they got angry as hell
They could refuse it, they could complain
But they assumed this would be quite in vain
So they all got together and avowed
That rotten meat should never more be allowed
They put a label on every cutlet
To mark it as a recent bloodlet
And then they put it into law
From which no butcher could withdraw
And you are going to be told
What this ordinance was called
It was the
Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetz, oh yeah
Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetz, oh yeah
Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetz, oh yeah
Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetz, oh yeah
And so on and so forth...
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