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I still believe in Sunday As being a day of rest And maybe it's because I'm an Irishman That I like Dublin best Still who so are you to tell me I'm alright Fred But don't let that worry your son For when he grows up and gets blown out of here Have yourself Atomic bomb Now introducing Maisie Maisie and on my right will be Both of whom are here now represented by Our good friend U.V.I.P. Whose mundane conjectural I'd recommend Only if you like rocking jazz Intermingled with an ounce of U double K Full of eastern Razzmatazz Close your eyes and the door Don't forget If you do I take it you Know what to expect Still who so are you to tell me I'm alright, Fred But don't let that worry your son For when he grows up and gets blown out of here Have yourself a really tour-de-force yearly Non-de-plume Atomic bomb Feeling tired one degree under, oh What you need is picking up so off you go (Get picked up you know) Whose mundane conjectural I'd recommend Only if you like rocking jazz Intermingled with an ounce of U double K Full of eastern promised without a doubting Thomas Polynesian Razzmatazz