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Rosie played the Hammond Organ at the church
This week she left us in a real lurch

For Rosie went off with one of those vaccum salesmen
Who turned her eye wearing Spandex boxer shorts on tight skin

The choir director will be in dire straits
Because a mouse built his house in the organ with his mate

We placed a listern soaked tissue in there
Hoping it will stink those meese away __that pair

Now Rosie's husband is one medicine for insomnia and emotional pain
He's drifting in and out of being nearly insane

I heard some tid bits the other day
At the convention for women only what can I say

Well this is it, "Rosie's now playing gigs
At the "Wormholes" all night club where truckers park their own rig."

It's right next to those lunar craters
Where in their kitchen at night the vacuum salesman peels potatoes

That night they saw a UFO land and steal nuclear waste
And this was beyond half-past eight

When Rosie wined and dined her friends
She told them the whole weird story..The End..



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