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" Just because she cannot find a crimpolene tortoise
and when she looks down and realises she is the victim of time's voluptuous escarpment-like things... a woman will often say,
"That's not my knee, that is someone else's knee"
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So begins MFRO's ode to that oft underated bony phalange; the KNEE. This pleasant timeless tune captures many of life's lighter moments when the knee either bends us effortlessly to the floor or exudes a quality of knobbliest knobbledom 'neath our knickers.

Vocals: Rupert Neeps
Chorus: The Arbroathian Monks Choir
Slide Guitars: Drinko, the man who slurps
Rhodes Piano: The Rev. Ampy Send-Dust