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When the Flyin' Scot
fills for shootin', I go southward,
wisin' after coffee, leavin'
Lady Starkie.


Weady for some fun,
visit yearly Wome, Damascus,
in Mowocco look for fwesh a-
-musin' places


Where I'll find a fwend,
don't you know, a charmin' cweature,
like a Gweek God and devoted:
how delicious!


All they have they bwing,
Abdul, Nino, Manfwed, Kosta:
here's to women for they have such
lovely kiddies!
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