The Day the Lady Died

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Yes, this is a bit tasteless, and a tad out of date, but, the way I see it, if Elton John can make millions, I should be able to make a few cents from it...Plus, we have time on the Kibbutz to do things like this. Next we hit the Barbie Song

A long, long time ago
I can still remember how you�d face the cameras and smile.
For you lived out the peoples� dream,
As someday you�d become queen.
And that dream lasted us for quite a while.
But with all the affairs in bed
Mentioned in all the tabloids that we�d read.
All the troubles you had-
Could it really be that bad?
But then we all wanted to scream
When we read about his tampon dream
And how it touched us deep inside, the day Diana died.

Bye, bye to our Lady Di,
Kamikaze into the paparazzi, but the paparazzi would lie
So the tabloids went and took the whole thing in stride,
Cheerio to our young Lady Di,
so long to you who upped Chuck and died

Well, we all saw you wear your wedding dress,
But they say even then it was a mess
etc....

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