Wow, I'm really glad I'm not cursed today. Just listen to all y-
One boy,
Boy for sale.
He's going cheap.
Only seven guineas.
That -- or thereabouts.
Small boy...
Rather pale...
From lack of sleep.
Feed him gruel dinners.
Stop him getting stout.
If I should say he wasn't very greedy...
I could not, I'd be telling you a tale.
One boy,
Boy for sale
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Once bad -- What's the good of turning?
In hell, I'll be there-a-burning
Meanwhile, think of what I'm earning
All on account of...
My name!
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And at least you're only singing. You could be trapped in a musical.
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Oliver!
Oliver!
Never before has a boy asked for more
Oliver!
Oliver!
I'm not even a big fan of musicals.
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I went to that Gershwin concert with you.
There'll be horses with tall black plumes
To escort us to the family tombs,
With mourners
In all corners
Who've been taught to weep in tune.
Then the coffin lined with satin.
That's your funeral.
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Ain't that a lovely tune?
Be back soon.
...nicely.
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What will he do when he's turned black and blue?
He will curse the day
Somebody named him
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In this life, one thing counts
In the bank, large amounts
I'm afraid these don't grow on trees,
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two
I don-
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys,
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.
.......No. I don't.
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