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but whoops!! the bottle dropped
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into the bottomless perdition pit
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where it landed on Swanny's
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bald head causing severe pain
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he called to Jim but
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he didnt hear swannys whimper
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listening instead to the orchestra
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of strungout heavenly hosts ahummin'
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like a choir of angels
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Hells angels of deathmetal Jim
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were popular at the blacksmiths
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Blacksmiths Arms Aktungs watering hole
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the stuff they served stank
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like no smell experienced before
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'twas Mother of all Smells
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