Saint Etienne - Duke Duvet Lyrics

Where is your respirator?
Captain... kiss tell

Each year at this time, five-and-twenty past two, I'm peculiarly partial to a drop of traditional spong-bake
Purchase or hire thirty-eight ripe spongs. Wheel them home, and shoot them. Then simply bake them, and eat them once. The end

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