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lt is a lie!
lt is a fantastic tale!
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You have us dead to rights,
but, madam, please, please, please
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allow me to tell you the truth in private,
1:11:13
Madam,,,
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Madam, we are not musicians
of the late Renaissance,
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- Nor of the early, nor mid period,
- Mm-hm,
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We are, in fact,
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criminals,
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Desperate men, Mrs, Munson,
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We have tunneled into the nearby offices
of the Bandit Queen gambling emporium
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- and relieved it of its treasure,
- Lord have mercy,
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lt is true,
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The Bandit Queen is a den of iniquity,
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a painted harlot luring people into sin
by exciting the vice of greed
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with her promise of easy winnings,
Oh, yes,
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Her gains are ill-gotten,
1:12:05
But, l offer no excuses - save one,
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We men have each pledged
one half of our share of the booty
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to a charitable institution,
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ln compensation for the use of your home,
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we had planned to donate a full share
to Bob Jones University,
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without burdening you with guilty
knowledge by informing you of same,
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But now you have wrested
the information from me,
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There you have it,
lt is on your table, Mrs, Munson,
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The ''awful truth,''
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- Stolen money,
- But find the victim, Mrs, Munson,
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l challenge you, Even the casino itself,
that riparian Gomorrah,
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shall suffer no harm,
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lt has an insurance company,
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A financial behemoth that will
cheerfully replenish its depleted vaults,