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| | KING MISSILE LYRICS - Heavy Holy Man Lyrics (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-11-06) |
 | | The Heavy Holy Man sits on the hill, Holding hard wooden ball. |
 | | Without ever once leaving his hill The Heavy Holy Man has sampled fast food from all over western Europe: Wimpyburgers from London, Wonderburgers from Dublin, And his favorite, Hitburgers from Paris, Which he ate whenever he had some free time. |
 | | This particular day, however, The Heavy Holy Man travelled to Amsterdam, To Febo's, Where he put one and a half guilders in the slot, Opened the little door, And pulled out his Feboburger and Febonapkin, All without ever leaving the hill. |
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