Oh, whoa is MOAB what shall we all do? Amos is leavin', makes me sing the blues. His head wore out from all this poo He's gettin' old, paid his dues.
:::Everyone sing with me here::: Poor Old Amos Brain ain't young no more! Poor Old Amos Adios, you philosophic bore!
He has filled our heads a time or five With thoughts of gravity, mathmatics and jive. Now he leaves us, with fair warning I wish you well Old mind, hope you make it 'till morning!
:::Everyone sing with me here::: Poor Old Amos Brain ain't young no more! Poor Old Amos Adios, you philosophic bore!
(Smile)
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