Oh, McTavish is dead and his brother don't know it.
His brother is dead and McTavish don't know it.
They're both of them dead and they're in the same bed.
And neither one knows that the other is dead.
(Tune: Irish Washerwoman) Start slowly, repeat faster until silly.
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Friday, November 2, 2012
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