| Lyric | Song | Artist |
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| Cranberry sauce. | |
| Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. | |
| Won't you fly high, [Song title]? | |
| Remember what the doormouse said, 'Feed your head.' | |
| I'm Kilroy! Kilroy, Kilroy, Kilroy, Kilroy. | |
| You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy! | |
| The pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handles. | |
| Planet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do... | |
| Take a load off Fanny, and you put the load right on me. | |
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| Hey, I said, you can keep my things they've come to take me home. | |
| Sending out an S.O.S... | |
| Joltin' Joe has left and gone away, hey hey hey, hey hey hey. | |
| He gets right on to the friction of the day. | |
| Well we're all in the mood for a melody, and you've got us feeling alright. | |
| I never felt so much a like... | |
| Try to set the night on fire! | |
| Yeah we all shine on, like the moon and the stars and the sun... | |
| Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no. | |
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Opening Lyrics
Opening Lyrics III
Last Lines of Songs
