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Silent wife, laryngitis Thank you, baby Jesus All is quiet Doctor said, "Could be four or five weeks She'll be down to a whisper, unable to speak" Sweet heavenly peace, sweet heavenly peace Silent wife, laryngitis Highly contagious, but it's working out fine Called her family and cancelled our Christmas doll barby Go annoy someone else, you mob of free loading bastards Sweet heavenly peace, sweet heavenly peace Silent wife, laryngitis If you don't eat, you don't shit And if you don't shit, you die Serve fresh set of buns with hot chicken soup If there's any left over, she can have some, too Sweet heavenly peace, sweet heavenly peace Silent wife, laryngitis I'm doing me best, hoping she'll be alright Rectal thermometer slipped out of her bum Wiped it on her nighty slipped it under her tongue Sweet heavenly peace, sweet heavenly peace Silent wife (silent wife), laryngitis (laryngitis) Hired a hot spunky nurse Finally got it right Make sure the missus gets plenty of sleep So, it's Prozac for her and bed-baths for me Sweet heavenly peace, sweet heavenly peace Sweet heavenly peace, sweet heavenly peace
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