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Annie's Conference Song

Bill Greenwell

Published 16 October 2000

(With apologies to John Denver)

You thrill me, you censors

Like a bite when I'm Doris

Like a sentence for speeding

Like a dopehead in chains

Like a swarm in my beehive

Like a Jack Straw in action

You thrill me, you censors

Come thrill me again

Come let me nail you

Let me drive my teeth through you

Let me hang from your rafters

Let me bind up your arms

Let me sign your book slowly

Let me fine you for breathing

Though I'm no senorita

Come thrill me again

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