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"Hey! No reading ahead," Yount asserted command. "Don't turn yet. OK?" A general agreement went up. Osten asked, "Sing along? What's the tune? These are just words." Yount looked at him in surprise, "Right there. Sound Off. You know, that military marching song?. I've rewritten it in honor of Ernie Eyesore and all the bull shit philosophers you goobers keep jabbering about. OK? Everybody ready? We'll all thump a marching beat." Yount began a military rhythm with his hands on the table edge as everybody thumped in, "Loud. OK?" < All, Chorus > Sound off ! One two Sound off ! Three four

Sound off, one two, three four, THREE FOUR ! Hut, hut, hut Ernie !

My girl's got long shapely legs Opens wide and makes me beg. < All, Chorus > Sound off ! One two Sound off ! Three four

Sound off, one two, three four, THREE FOUR ! Hut, hut, hut Jefferson !

Ours is government by consent. < We mind ourselves, ourselves alone> Quod ecclesia Angelicana libera sit < Quod ecclesia bomp-a bomp-a bomp bomp> < All, Chorus > Sound off ! One two

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