From dank, smoky club
To final rooftop farewell
Hit that perfect beat
For years I wondered
Why the Fab Four sung about a
Paper bag rider
Just one more question
Where did Moriarty hide
All of the snipers?
If you quit your job
Then you may as well do so
With some panache
A gravy lagoon
With a sausage raft and
Cannonade of peas
When our time draws near
We all should aspire to this
Honest dignity
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