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Strike It While Its Still On My Nose

from You're Lucky God, That I Cannot Reach You by Down I Go

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Summoned to present a baby to the font,

or that's what I told him.

“Just a pinch” I said, but then I took so much more than that.



What was she called?

"They named her Topsy. A true little lady," she said.



"Middle is her name. A little marvel of a girl,"

or that's what I told him.

"They've asked for me again, to take a baby to the font,"

so I said.



What was she called?

"Groove, they named her.

A graceless child. The bottom of the barrel."



Butter's finished, all gone, 'cause I ate it. Ate the lot.

Why'd I have to finish all the butter? Scoffed it down.

What can I do about this pickle?



Maybe I can find a handy scapegoat. A fall guy.

One who would eat all this lovely butter from our tun.

I could blame a tiny little fly.



Can this far-fetched tale really be true? Just a little fly?

There the bastard is, let's get him now!



Lock the door! Let's trap the butter thief!

No escape for you, bedevilled fly!

Come here so I can smash out your brain,

The blasted creature has landed on my nose!



You stay still, husband.

I will hit you in the face.

Here comes your smashed-out brain.



Strike it while it's still on my nose!

Strike it while it's still on my nose!

Strike it while it's still on the end of my nose!

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from You're Lucky God, That I Cannot Reach You, released August 27, 2015

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