In about a week, I'm gonna go see my maker
In about a week, I'm gonna go see my maker,
an old Italian guy, who left me with my present caretaker.
I need to go see him about my nose,
because the damn thing just grows and grows.
My caretaker says it's because I lie,
but I don't know how seriously to take her.
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