| Sixteen military wives
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| Thirty-two softly focused brightly colored eyes
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| Staring at the natural tan
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| Of thirty-two gently clenching wrinkled little hands
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| Seventeen company men
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| Out of which only twelve will make it back again
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| Sergeant sent a letter to five
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| Military wives whose tears drip down from ten little eyes
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| Cheer them on to their rivals
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| Cause America can, and America can’t say no
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| And America does, if America says it’s so
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| It’s so
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| And the anchorperson on TV goes…
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| La de da de da
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| Fifteen celebrity minds
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| Living their fifteen sordid wretched checkered lives
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| Will they find the solution in time
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| Using their fifteen pristine moderate liberal minds?
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| Eighteen academy chairs
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| Out of which only seven really even care
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| Doling out a garland to five
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| Celebrity minds, they’re humbly taken by surprise
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| Cheer them on to their rivals
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| Cause America can, and America can’t say no
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| And America does, if America says it’s so
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| It’s so
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| And the anchorperson on TV goes…
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| La de da de da de-dadedade-da
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| La de da de da de-dadedade-da
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| Fourteen cannibal kings
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| Wondering blithely what the dinner bell will bring
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| Fifteen celebrity minds
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| Served on a leafy bed of sixteen military wives
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| Cheer them on to their rivals
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| Cause America can, and America can’t say no
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| And America does, if America says it’s so
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| It’s so
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| And the anchorperson on TV goes…
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| La de da de da de-dadedade-da
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| La de da de da de-dadedade-da |