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English Nobilio [aka The Gay Caballero]

There once was an English nobilio,
Who lived in an English castelio,
He was proud of hist ralalalilio,
And the works of his tweedle dumdee,
Ah yes, the works of his tweedle dumdee.

One day he went to the theatilio,
Where he met a lovely dancilio,
She excited hist ralalalilio
And the works of his tweedle dumdee,
Ah yes, the works of his tweedle dumdee.

He took her back to his castlelio,
And laid her upon the bedilio,
He inserted his tralalalilio
And the works of his tweedle dumdee,
Ah yes, the works of his tweedle dumdee

Nine days later he saw the doctilio,
For he had a fine dose of clapilio,
Al lover his tralalalilio
And the works of his tweedle dumdee,
Ah yes, the works of his tweedle dumdee.

Now he sits in his English castlelio,
With handfuls of cotton wadilio,
Just swabbing his tralalalilio
And the works of his tweedle dumdee,
Ah yes, the works of his tweedle dumdee.
 


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