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YAAAAAAHHHH! Jane's husband calls on the way from the hospital She is sitting up! She is drinking wine! WAAAAAHHHHH! "But how is the child?" I ask, between smiles and congratulations "Oh, the child is OK," he thinks. "It's a blond one. It's too early to tell I think it had blue eyes or something?" Blue, green, it didn't seem important at the time NGAAAHHHH! Jane's husband is on our storm porch waving around a picturedisc of Megadeth's cover of "No More Mr. Nice Guy" And as a symbolic act it is difficult to beat But the fact that the last storms we heard were in Grandfather's coughing fits Should remind that He has assets to share (he has assets to share) He has assets to share If Kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids Then Trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees Jane's husband has just as many conspiracy theories in his mind as she has in her magazines And Jane's husband has faith in the future Because movement is movement is movement is movement and nothing must cease He worries me He's got a big heart A preference for Chinese women brought him down The cost of airfares alone took his house, then another His children reduced to begging in the streets While dressed as Stan Collymore Stan Collymore Yeah, that cunt