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Once I had a rumour That Miss Piggy had a tumour And since then she's desperately ill Well I'm calling for a sit down With fat ladies in my hometown Just to tell them they're not in her will Well the situation ceased When my petty friend deceased And still waiting redemption from the Pope Well it's crowded all around me And I reckon that it won't be When I'll swing out delicately on the rope And she's now so far away And she means the world to me And it's raining in her letter, raining in her letter, raining in her letter now Cause she's the only thing that Letras de cancionesmatters And it's raining in her letters it's raining in her letter Raining in her letters now. Raining in her letter... From Letras Mania