Stanley Tweedle is a god
A warrior and a gent.
We are not fit to suck his feet
Or dine on his excrement.
At night we croon
By the light of a moon
Of his courage and his creed.
Hey ho there he goes
Oh woe for his foes
Long live the Tweedle seed.
Stanley, Stanley
Top of the hero class
Stanley, Stanley
We live to Kiss his Ass!
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