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Crowe's Lullaby
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Download the mp3 of this song from the Triple J website.
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(The challenge was to write a lullaby from Russell Crowe to his new baby. They also had to mention birds and triskaidekaphobia - that is, a morbid fear of the number "thirteen").
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Gatesy:
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My new-born Crowe,
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I'll watch you grow,
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Tell you what I know,
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My new-born Crowe.
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Yon and Scod:
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I'll treat you good,
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Do the things a big Crowe would,
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Falling short of spewing in your mouth,
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I'll treat you good.
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Tripod:
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And when you're old enough,
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I'll throw you out of the tree,
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Gatesy:
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Metaphorically,
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So you can be like me,
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So you can...
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Tripod:
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FLYYYYYYYYY...
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Away from me!
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FLYYYYYYYYY...
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Away from me!
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FLYYYYYYYYY...
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Gatesy:
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Oh, sorry,
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I woke you up.
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Yon:
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Since you're awake,
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Eat this steak,
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Yon and Scod:
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Let's get you on solids as fast as we can,
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Stay ahead of the other man.
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And if the other guys in your way,
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Treat you (?) mercilessly,
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Hang him from a high tree,
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Unless the other guy's me,
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Gatesy:
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Then you'd better...
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Tripod:
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FLYYYYYYYYY...
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Away from me!
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FLYYYYYYYYY...
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Away from me!
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Run and hiiiiiiide...
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Gatesy:
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Oh, stop crying!
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Scod:
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You're a Crowe,
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Let 'em know,
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That if you can't be a nice guy,
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Be the greatest actor in the world.
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Tripod:
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Which you can't be,
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'Cause the greatest actor is me,
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You'd better watch your back, son,
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You'd better turn round and run.
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Scod:
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And when you're thirteen,
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You're out of the house, you're gone, I'm over ya.
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Yon and Gatesy:
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(Shoo-bee-do-wap-do-wah...)
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Scod:
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It's nothing personal, son,
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It's just my triskaidekaphobia!
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Gatesy:
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Well, then you'd better...
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Tripod:
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FLYYYY... oh...
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Gatesy:
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Mum's home.
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Scod:
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Oh, hi Danielle.
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Gatesy:
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Oh, little baby girl just had a nightmare, didn't she?
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Yon:
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She's fine now.
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Scod:
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Sweet dreams.
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