The little bacon mongers

There goes old Giles
There goes merry Archibald
There goes old Yeats, there
There goes that Yankee who gets
Ex-pats to go on
In fact, the Earl Holmes
Would run to the holy duke
And A denning in the 30's
Ex-pats!

Your future, our clutter
Your future, our clutter
Our future, your clutter
Toxic, I'll blend
Talk, complaint
Make your land
A showcase of Fall talent
Of water

Your future, our clutter
Your future, our clutter

There goes what's been done
Completes what's been done
Back and around, ink you lot
Our future, your clutter
I am your future
Sit up!
A showcase of talent
Of water, of waterfall

Ah-ahh-ah-ah-ahhh

Our future, your clutter
Our future, your clutter

Center for plain folk
Must be born

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