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Dennis moore, dennis moore
galloping through the sward
dennis moore, dennis moore
and his horse concorde
he steals from the rich
and gives to the poor
mr. moore, mr. moore, mr. moore.
dennis moore, dennis moore
riding through the night
soon every lupin in the land
will be in his mighty hand
he steals them from the rich
and gives them to the poor
mr. moore, lupin donor, extraordinary.
Dennis moore, dennis moore
is not in this bit.
Dennis moore, dennis moore
dum dum dum the night
dennis moore, dennis moore
dum de dum dum plight
he steals dum dum dum
and dum dum dum dee
dennis dum, dennis dee, dum dum dum.