Mister two one three

Those syllables mean so much to me

They number more than just my plea

Of a means to justify the free.

Oh, mister two one three

How you never satisfied me

Yet how often we did agree

On each other's ability

Da da da da da tee

Your names are said secretly

Alone you stand so solemnly

Back against the wall you'll be

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