I remember this one from primary school: Joy to the World, John Howards dead, We barbecued his head. He didn't pay his taxes, We chopped him up with axes, Joy to the World John Howards dead. I went to his coffin, I went to his grave. Everyone threw flowers, I threw a grenade. The coffin went up, the coffin came down, the coffin went splat all over the ground Joy to the World John Howards dead. I looked in his coffin, He wasn't quite dead. So I pulled out a bazooka and blew off his head Joy to the World John Howards dead.
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