| I was a-working overtime at the balloon factory
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| When I made, I made, I made a discovery
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| I pulled it from the discard pile and oh so carefully
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| Brushed sawdust from the face of the virgin mommy!
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| The face of (the) virgin Mother on (a) deflated balloon
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| Oh yeah, I started laughing and I starting to swoon
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| I kissed the cold rubber, tears welling in my eyes
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| A miracle? |
| Hell yes! |
| I started to cry
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| I brought the ballon real close, an inch from my face
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| I said «Mary is their something that you’ve got to say?»
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| «You've chosen me as your interpreter,»
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| «Relay me a message», but all I got out of her was:
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| Wang Diddly Dang
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| Dang Diddle Biddle Wang
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| Wong Bong Ding Dong
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| Oh yeah…
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| I said «What the fuck you saying? |
| Is that Cantonese?»
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| And then apologized for cussing, and got down on my knees
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| I was a-worried that maybe I was losing my mind
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| With all this praying I needed to verify
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| I called my friend Juanita
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| «Come on over here, go!»
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| Excited but nervous 'cuz I did not know
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| If I was nuts or if the virgin would soon appear
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| But then Juanita genuflected right then and there!
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| We told the boss all about it
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| And soon we got some pews
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| Everybody stopped working
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| (We) made the press and the news
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| Unpaid vacation for that very night
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| But no one left, we just held hands
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| And started to recite:
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| Wang Diddly Dang
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| Dang Diddle Biddle Wang
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| Wong Bong Ding Dong
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| After that I gained some local celebrity
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| I was Promoted to be the head balloon inspectee
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| They bought a gilded frame and mounted Virgin inside
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| And above my very desk she came to reside
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| She hung there for years for her cult of the devoted
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| But their love could not prevent her image had come eroded
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| Hot sun began to warp 'til she could barely be seen
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| But right before she vanished, Mary whispered this to me: |