Fletcher Honorama

Fletcher Honorama
Won't you rally 'round the man who's on a limb?
Sing the songs that please him
Very softly while we jolt him with a hymn
Please, go easy now with him
Because this is his final whim
So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn

Fletcher Honorama
Shall we justify the eighty Junes you've seen?
Since that might be stretching things
We'll merely sing the songs that made you scream

Please, go easy now with him
Because this is his final whim
So bе sure that the boy don't die bеfore the morn

Intakes and mistakes and lunch pails and headaches
Were willed to your one living twin
I think that maybe you should have kept half of them
After all you worked for them
After all you worked for them

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And brought to you by Anti-Wrinkle Dew
That's Fletcher Honorama
See the world now from a different point of view

You, go easy now with him
Because this is his final whim
So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn
So be sure that the boy don't die before the morn