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Pitulka, Pitulka,

Gyro sauce so creamy

And kebabs so juicy,

You are simply dreamy.


Pitulka, Pitulka,

Your flavors arouse me,

Get down on one knee

And beg you to espouse me.


You aren’t merely sustenance,

Nourishing me,

I truly insist this,

I only love thee.


Pitulka, Pitulka,

I’m afraid it seems,

Your rotating meat-sticks

Ever haunt my dreams

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