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What's a Man Supposed to do When he's so full of it

Noel Coward or Ivor Novello style voice There are those who consider me an intellectual, when I recite passages which some find quite hysterical I spew forth what I consider humour all the time ha ha ha ha I am charming, I am gay I am sly or so they say but what's a man supposed to do when he's just so full of it? I am restless I am bored in others lives I am absorbed I spew forth what I consider humour all the time ha ha ha ha I'm ambitious I'm aloof when I ignore you it is proof that I read but don't listen to what other people say ha ha ha ha but alas what's a man supposed to do when he's just so full of it? I'm rambunctious I'm a cad some ladies are rather glad I spew forth what I consider humour all the time ha ha ha ha I'm disarming I'm a prince but your features they make me wince for my delicate constitution is quite a rare and fragile thing but alas what's a man supposed to do when he's just so full of it? I am generous, I'm sincere you can pay, a kiss my dear, As I spew forth what I consider humour all the time (ha ha ha ha) I am thoughtful I am deep, what you sow I shall reap as I leave you with the pleasure of paying for my time, for what's a man supposed to do when he's just so full of it? I am beauty, I am sublime some would say I am quite devine, as I spew forth what I consider humour all the time ha ha ha ha I'm artistic I'm a thief oh my dearest you've lost your teeth another set for me to sell that makes it nine hah ha ha ha for what's a man supposed to do when he's just so full of it? I'm a liar I'm a cheat, voices throw themselves at my feet as I spew forth what i consider humour all the time ha ha ha ha I am arrogant I'm a leech there is nothing I can't preach as I quote chapter and verse in everything I say, but alas what's a man supposed to do when he's so full of it? I am an uncle of agony I am part of lifes great tragedy as I dispense the wrong advice all the time, ha ha ha ha I am reasonable without reason depending on the season I am fickle which sends a tickle right down my spine but what's a man supposed to do when he's just so full of it? I'm a dandy I am brash you can include garish, with just a dash as I spew forth what I consider humour all the time ha ha ha ha I'm insincere yet I'm gallant I'm what's known as a sycophant putting my nose in places it ought not to be ha ha ha ha I think you all know the last line For what's ........................,.....,.................? ha ha ha ha.

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