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Doctor, let me tell you something about myself |
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I'm a college man and i'm very wealthy |
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I've got no time to trifle with trash like you |
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Cause i must be 'bout my business |
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My brother's a machinist in a textile mill |
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And he makes more money than you ever will |
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He just got married to a polish girl |
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With a space between her teeth |
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My sister's a dancer up in baltimore |
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At a small cafe on main |
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But she ran off with a negro from the eastern shore |
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Dr., she didn't even know his name |
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Get me back on my feet again |
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Back on my feet again |
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Open the door and set me free |
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Get me back on my feet again |
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He took her down to mobile in a railroad train |
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He said, "driver, take me to the hotel paree." |
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He went into the washroom |
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Washed his face and hands |
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Dr., when he come out he was white as you and me |
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He said, "girl, i'm not a negro i'm a millionaire |
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As you can plainly see |
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So many women love my money |
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But you have proved that you love only me. |
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"i'm going to teach you to play polo and how to water ski |
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And you won't have to dance no more |
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And i no longer must pretend to be |
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A negro from the eastern shore." |
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Doctor, doctor, what you say |
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How 'bout letting me out today? |
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Ain't no reason for me to stay |
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Everybody's so far away |
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