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Ventrilloquist was he, little boy sat on his knee |
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The people knew that the show was but the best one in the land |
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Until the night before the act |
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The dummy's clothes had all been packed away - he'd gone |
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And he'd left poor Mr. Crow right in the lurch |
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You know he's gone far away |
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I hear his voice go laughing |
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What of all the years we shared? |
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Hello Mr. Crow has your little boy left home - did he run away |
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Well I hope he'll soon be back to do the show |
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I'm sorry you must feel quite sad when your dummy runs away without a word |
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That is all old Mr. Crow had heard |
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You know he's gone far away |
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I hear his voice go laughing |
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What of all the years we shared? |
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Now come on Mr. Crow my dear |
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We'd better have this gottle o' geer |
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Then one fateful night into the dressing room so bright |
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Walked our friend tabledoll |
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Mr. Crow cried tears of joy all in his tea |
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The bad doll said kindly address me as Sir Norman little man I am a star |
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And if you weren't so old maybe I'd let you be my doll |
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You know I've been far away |
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I've heard the people laugh |
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Now I'm a great big star |