On top of Mt Fuji, All covered in sand, I shot poor old Barney With a rubber band I shot him with triumph, I shot him with pride, I couldn't have missed him, He's forty foot wide. I went to his funeral, I went to his grave, Some people threw roses, I threw a grenade, I opened his coffin, He wasn't quite dead, I got a bazooka, And blew up his head!
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