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- My compliments.
- Not at all.
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How much?
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Twenty francs.
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You're joking!
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Remember,
they call me the Tightwad,
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the Niggard, the Rat,
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'cause I scavenge like a rat.
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Step right up,
ladies and gentlemen!
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A franc for the boxes
if you're well-to-do,
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four centimes in the Gods
if you're badly off.
:15:46
Come in and see...
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"Perils of the Virgin Forest"
or "Crime and Virtue."
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A pantomime that's magic,
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exotic, pyrotechnic!
:15:57
Come in
and see a girl of 15
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pursued by a mountain lion!
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A forest fire!
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An abduction by balloon!
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And you shall see me,
the one and only,
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the inimitable
Anselme Deburau,
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who performed in the harem
before the Grand Turk
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and his 82 Turkesses!
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But fear not!
Inside you won't see
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this one here.
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Because he's a do-nothing!
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A dolt!
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A sleepwalker
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even sitting down.
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A nincompoop!
:16:37
A blockhead!
:16:39
A good-for-nothing!
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And this, alas, is my son.
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Here sits the shame
of an artistic family,
:16:49
a famous father's despair,
:16:51
the root of his gray hair.
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When I say my son,
luckily I exaggerate.
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One night, during a full moon,
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he fell from above...
into a bucket.