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| Five foot two, he's proud as a stallion. A Popeye chin, and very Italian. He's Il Duce. Benito Mussolini, Il Duce. A rose in your teeth, uniform so neat, Fatty fascist, hanging from your fat feet. He's Il Duce. Benito Mussolini, they call him the Fat Boy! La, la, la Santa Lucia, Santa Lu.... Seventeen kids, a national brother, Scratching yourself, conquistador lover. He's Il Duce, Benito Mussolini. Il Duce, Benito Mussolini. Il Duce, Benito Mussolini, the fat boy! Adam Ant |
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