Pungenday the Twenty-Fourth of Bureaucracy in the Year CUP
When the music's from the east and the wind is in the west
And we're gathered 'round to feast on fare we found in Budapest
And that spicy steam aroma curls beneath our every nose,
It is time to dance the Rattadance, and this is how it goes:
...A-ratta-tatta ratta-tatta ratta-tatta hey
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