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My friend Harvey married Tracey McCall,

By Christ she was a scary old doll.

A voice out of hell and a temper to boot,

Arms like a navvy and a face like dried fruit.

I bumped into Harvey back home last year,

Says I to him, 'Do you wanna go for a beer?'

'No, me sister's French husband is over,' says he,

'I've been sent to get snails to impress him for tea.'

'I was down in the snail shop, she told me to go,'

'I'm a little bit late because business was slow,'

'If I'm not home by six, I'll surely be done,'

'The Mrs will kill me, let's just go for the one.'

The one, the one, don't go for the one,

don't go for the one, for the one, for the one.

The one, the one, don't go for the one,

don't go for the one, for the one, for the one.

For the one went down fast, the second did too,

three or four followed, twas a fine how-do-you-do,

Harvey looked at his watch, shrieked out with fright,

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