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NEVERTHELESS IT ALL ENDED IN 19 And 64
By Roy Merritt

(When reading it use a Cockney accent and the h is silent)

Oh alas poor Jimmy Bond 'e didn't go past sixty four
Cause you know 'is creator that's the year 'e went out the door
Yes indeed Ian Fleming that was the year that 'e croaked
That was the year the Good Lord 'is license to kill revoked

'e was only fifty six when 'e bought the farm
Through a 'aze of cigarette smoke and Jimmy Bond's great charm
'e really liked to drink and smoked seventy fags a day
So is it any wonder the Grim Reaper up 'auled 'im away

'e was in the Royal Navy and worked there as a spy
During World War Two and the Nazi's 'e defied
While in the Navy 'e worked on Golden Eye
An operation 'e would later on in one 'is books apply

'e wrote "Casino Royale" and that pulp 'ad three great runs
And later on "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang" for the little ones
And I don't know who was the best in movies based on what 'e did write
Whether it was Sean Connery, Mister Craig or that limber Dick Van Dyke

Or maybe it was Julie Andrews or maybe Ms. P. Galore
Nevertheless it all ended in nineteen and sixty four
Yes indeed it all ended in nineteen and sixty four
Nevertheless it all ended in nineteen and sixty four

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