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The end of the Day...
Now that’s resolved, we can suggest another little song for you to sing. Or maybe we should stop this now, as we’re even beginning to irritate ourselves by singing the songs while we type them in.
Mystery contributor ‘Jon Pertwee’ has a colleague, who he describes as a ‘regular Doris Day’ who contributes this excruciating verse: ‘When I was just a little boy/I asked my mother/What will I be?/Will I be handsome?/Will I be rich?/No son, you’ll work in IT…’
We can’t bear to bring you the chorus.
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