Come my friend we are on our way
Up the mountain through wind and cold
What an adventure this wonderous day
Up we go as we break the mold.
Man this aint no mountain
We are just leaning over
We are old and this aint our fountain
We outta be teaing in Dover.
Right-O my chap the truth now shines
You have the right idea
The pain as ever is all in our minds
Hey-ho shall we stop at Ikea?


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