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Oom, Plucky, Plucky

She sat on a hillside and strummed her guitar, strummed her guitar, strummed her guitar.
She sat on a hillside and strummed her guitar, strummed her gui-ta-a-a-ar.

Chorus

Oom, plucky, plucky, oom, plucky, plucky, oom, pluck, pluck, pluck, ZING!
Oom, plucky, plucky, oom, plucky, plucky, oom, pluck, pluck, pluck, ZING!

He sat down beside her and smoked his cigar.
He said that he loved her but, oh! How he lied.
They were to be married but somehow she died.
He went to her funeral but just for the ride.
He went to her grave site and laughed 'til he cried.
The grave stone fell over and squish-squash he died.
She went up to heaven and flittered and flied.
He went down below and sizzled and fried.
The moral of this song is: never tell lies.

 

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