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Little boy blue |
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Come blow your horn |
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The dish ran away with the spoon |
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Home again, home again |
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Saturday morn |
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Never gets up before noon |
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She used to render |
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You legal and tender |
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When you used to |
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Send her your promises boy |
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A dill or a dollar |
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Unbutton your collar |
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Come out and holler |
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Out all of your noise |
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Little boy blue |
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Come blow your top |
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Cut it rite down to the quick |
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Don't sit home and cry |
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On the fourth of |
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JulyAround now you're hittin' bricks |
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So abracadabra |
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Now she disappeared |
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Now everything's |
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Canada dry |
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So watch your behavior |
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And rattle your cane |
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With a bottle of bourbon |
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Good-byeLittle boy blow |
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Lost little bo peep |
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She fell through a hole in the nest |
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Now, ain't it peculiar |
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That she's finally cooled your |
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Big wheels just like all of the rest |
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Whenever it rains |
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The umbrella complain |
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They're always |
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Gettin' played for a chump |
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So mark and strike it |
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She's history now |
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And you're hangin' out |
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At the pump |
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Little boy blue |
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Come blow your horn |
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The dish ran away with the spoon |
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Home again, home again |
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Saturday morn |
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Never gets up before noon |
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She used to render |
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You legal and tender |
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When you used to |
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Send her your promises boy |
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A dill or a dollar |
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Unbutton your collar |
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Come out and holler |
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Out all of your noise |
