Last evening one of my neighbors was out walking his dog and singing:
"I'm 'Enery the Eighth I yam,
'Enery the Eighth I yam I yam.
I got married to the widow next door.
She's been married seven times before
And ev'ry one was an 'Enery ('Enery!),
She wouldn't 'ave a Willy or a Sam (no sir!).
I'm 'er eighth old man named 'Enery,
'Enery the Eigth I yam!"
I couldn't stop myself. I flung open the door and shouted:
"Second verse, same as the first!"
And slammed it shut really quick so he couldn't identify the shouter.
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