This pleasure book I'm writing Doesn't give me any thrill All it does is prove conclusively Where there's a way there's Will Who by the way along with Mary Has the cheek to turn the other When the other was on the ball
It will be done Thy will become But something far more mature
I can't forget the moment The music so soft Fred, my record player Side by side my prize antique And before you know it there they were
It will be done Thy will become But something far more mature
That what I'm about to verge upon Won't rate the least obscure Then just to recap on that point When the Indians begin to charge What will the Cavalry pay
It will be done Thy will become But something far more mature
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