Roam? Rome? Off one night one a toot with Brutus, He got pickled as a Roman neutue, Woke next morning, feeling solemn, Couldn't see the end of his Roman column... I'm glad, glad, very, very glad, I'm glad I'm a gladiator. Ancient Rome, that's me home, Fried fish and chips by the old hippadrome. I'm glad, glad, very, very glad, From me helmet to me toes. My old dad was a Roman glad, and he left me his Roman nose. Next? Bob
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