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Professor Winston, stop eating Nandos
This is your fourth visit today
You’re eating far too, much Piri Piri
You cannot carry on this way
Piri Piri sauce it’s his favourite sauce
Professor Winston, that spicy chicken
It’s full of robot calories
I’ve come to warn you, Professor Winston
You’re going to catch Nandos Disease
Piri Piri Sauce it’s his favourite sauce
Professor Winston, systems are failing
You’re starting to look rather queer
Come here and lie down, rest your metal head
For things are far worse than I feared
Professor Winston’s ill I blame it on the sauce
That damn Piri Piri sauce
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