O.F.Y.C. Showcase - The Fall

There goes old Giles

There goes merry Archibald

There goes old Yeats, there

There goes that Yankee who gets

Ex-pats to go on

In fact, the Earl Holmes

Would run to the holy duke

And A denning in the 30's

Ex-pats!

Your future, our clutter

Your future, our clutter

Our future, your clutter

Toxic, I’ll blend

Talk, complaint

Make your land

A showcase of Fall talent

Of water

Your future, our clutter

Your future, our clutter

There goes what’s been done

Completes what’s been done

Back and around, ink you lot

Our future, your clutter

I am your future

Sit up!

A showcase of talent

Of water, of waterfall

Ah-ahh-ah-ah-ahhh

Our future, your clutter

Our future, your clutter

Center for plain folk

Must be born

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