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• Artiste: Fiery Furnaces (The)
• Titre: 1917
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Going down Morgan with Janko, Jerko, and Jerry We downed our Pils, and over at the South Shore, they sipped their sherry I opened my Kaiserized speller to learn what they know Nurse killers, annexers-executioners, waouh! Hey Slavonians, be ye mindful That our 'tis tongue dies never The happy Hun Felsch sure likes his blond beer And I like his doubles so much I might even cheer Last year he had enough and got fixed on the cardinal Who'd pardon all The riff-raff and all their sinister ways and halfs and he laughs Over on fifty-sixth, and he's got the arsenic on his left White Sock And he sees the chicken stock in a big black pot And he pours in the lot, but what ruined or saved the day Was that the soup then turned gray, and a hundred higher-ups came Back safe from the hospital to keep getting wafers from Mundelein But now the Gigantics are getting the tar taken out of their pine By my hero Red Faber and I'm ready to get rapprochement with my neighbor As part of the healthy back and forth But not if he's from up north. So I ask Dad, Why can't we ever win, ever win, once Go ask Dad, why you can't ever win, ever win, once