May The Bird Of Paradise Fly Up Your Nose

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One fine day as I was walking down the street

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Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet

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Took a penny from my pocket

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In his tin cup I did drop it

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I heard him say as I made my retreat

 
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May the bird of paradise fly up your nose

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May an elephant caress you with his toes

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May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose

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May the bird of paradise fly up your nose

 
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The laundry man is really on his toes

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Found a hundred dollar bill among my clothes

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When he called me I came running

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Gave him back his dime for phoning

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I heard him saying as I turned to go

 
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May the bird of paradise fly up your nose

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May an elephant caress you with his toes

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May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose

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May the bird of paradise fly up your nose


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I was way behind one day to catch the train

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The Taxi driver said We'll make it just the same

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The speed cop made it with us

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And as he wrote out the ticket

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I stood by politely waiting for my change

 
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May the bird of paradise fly up your nose

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May an elephant caress you with his toes

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May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose

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May the bird of paradise fly up your nose