We out here.

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Groundskeeper Willie:

(sighs)
I've a fancy suit
And a clean white shirt
But I miss the days when tractor fumes
Blew up my skirt
I was freezing cold
And I slept in mold
But I long for the shack where I lived
She was true to me
My old home of wood
And when I passed out drunk from turpentine
She understood
Life was so sublime

Dewey Largo:
Well, boo hoo, cuz I'm
Hanging ferns in the shack where you lived!
If I had your voice, I'd talk-sing everything!