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I	heard this sad	song-oh, in the	old Orongo	rongo

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"There'll be	no more double-	bunking, double-	bunking for	me"

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I	said to the	vocalist, "Oh,	why do you	so insist

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'There'll be	no more double-	bunking, double-	bunking for	me'?"

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There'll be	no more double-	bunking, double-	bunking, double-	bunking

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	No more double-	bunking, double-	bunking for	me

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"Oh	I've had a	gutsful of	tramps where the	hut's full

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There'll be	no more double-	bunking, double-	bunking for	me

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I've	weakened and	lost weight. I'm	nervously	prostrate

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There'll be	no more double-	bunking, double-	bunking for	me"

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"My	mouth's full of	fur too, I	can't eat my	burgoo

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There'll be	no more double-	bunking, double-	bunking for	me

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I'm	washed out like a	dish rag, I've	ruptured my	sleeping bag

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There'll be	no more double-	bunking, double-	bunking for	me"

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Hence	forth and here	after I'll	sleep on a	rafter

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On a	peak or a	pinnacle or	under a	waterfall

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On	sand or on	shingle, but I'm	going to sleep	single

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There'll be	no more double-	bunking, double-	bunking for	me