[Gordon] Pore Jud is daid, Pore Jud Fry is daid, All gether round his cawfin now and cry. He had a heart of gold And he wasn't very old~ Oh, why did such a feller have to die? Pore Jud is daid, Pore Jud Fry is daid. He's lookin', oh so peaceful and serene~ [Rod] And serene! [Gordon] He's all laid out to rest With his hands acrost his chest. His finger nails have never b'en so clean.
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