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Mick Molloy
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Tripod:
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Oh, this shark has pretty teeth, dear,
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And he shows them, pearly whites.
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Mick Molloy, though, has his wit, dear.
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I can tell you, it's got bite.
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Someone's guesting on The Panel,
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Talking bullshit, Wednesdays, live.
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Cracking fart jokes on the radio,
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Could that someone be Mick the Knife?
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Gatesy:
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It was the opening night,
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Of the school musical.
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The crowd, the band, the lights,
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First time.
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He thought, "I'll give this a burl",
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And he stepped out on stage.
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He was dressed as a girl,
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First time.
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"Come", said Molloy.
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"I'll get through this play.
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I'll do more and more of them,
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And I'll play a man, someday."
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Come with Molloy,
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Through uni revues.
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Tried out for D-Gen without success,
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Wandered streets and cried the news.
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Yon:
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"Molloy, Molloy for sale!
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He's going cheap,
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Comedy Company's looking good.
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Molloy!"
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Gatesy:
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This next bit's hard to understand,
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It's where Molloy gets down,
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He gets up, he gets down again.
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Gatesy:
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The D-Gen heard around town,
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They said, "I heard this crazy cat Molloy's getting round".
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He's cracking 'em up, he's got his own brand of fun,
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And when I say "hot", I mean steamin'.
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Well, let's give him a go, I'm sure he'll steal the show,
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So the late show came around and then later on the radio.
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And now he's as hot as a funny man can be,
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He's the craziest cat you're ever gonna see.
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Molloy is back in town,
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Yon and Scod:
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Molloy is back in town.
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Gatesy:
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Molloy, oh Molloy is back in town,
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Yon and Scod:
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Molloy is back in town.
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Gatesy:
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Oh, I don't know if I can stick with this.
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Scod:
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(Sound of phone ringing)
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Gatesy, we've got a caller!
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Gatesy:
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Oh! It's for you, Mick.
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Yon:
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Oh, Micky, what a pity, you don't understand,
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Get a shave and cut your hair and go and wash your hands.
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If you'd just applied yourself, you'd be on thirty grand,
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It's comics like you, Micky,
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What's the message you're sending out to the kids, Micky?
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Scod:
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If I was a DJ,
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Tell you what I'd do.
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I'd team up with a skinny guy with glasses,
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Tripod:
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And make lots of jokes about poo.
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Molloy to the world,
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All the boys and girls.
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Molloy to the fishes in the deep blue sea,
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Molloy to you and me.
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Gatesy:
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Come on, break it down!
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Tripod:
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Molloy to the world,
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Gatesy:
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Everybody sing!
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Tripod:
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All the boys and girls.
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Molloy to you and me.
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What's Sophie Lee really like?
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Scod:
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Molloy to the fishes,
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Talk about their life down in the deep blue sea...
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Yon and Gatesy:
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(Cheer and shout in the background)
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Scod:
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Molloy...
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Yon:
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Molloy...
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Gatesy:
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Molloy...
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Tripod:
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To you... and me...
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