No one rang my bell the night they expelled Bing Crosby from hell
We sat in his seat.
They took him in down the road
Showed him some boring tribal things
Taught him to dance and sing
We drank gin and made a mini can last two
They took him aside and made plaster casts of his
Olives and bread and no Bing
Bing was not in
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