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A funeral dirge?
You can dance to?
Red: I think we're homeward bound!
Gobo: All we have to do is...
Both: Pick up the tempo!
But forget about your black.
Cause I'm planning to come back.
So play some honky tonk wailing grief and dixie wailin'.
Pick me up and lay me down.
And spread the news all over town.
And tell them all to come or they'll be sorry.
Pick me up and shake me twice.
I'm comin' back from paradise!
This poor boy was meant to live in glory.