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The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course |
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The city fathers they're trying to endorse |
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The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse |
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But the town has no need to be nervous |
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The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits |
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To Jezebel the nun she violently knits |
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A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits |
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At the head of the chamber of commerce |
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Mama's in the fact'ry |
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She ain't got no shoes |
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Daddy's in the alley |
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He's lookin' for the fuse |
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I'm in the streets |
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With the tombstone blues |
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The hysterical bride in the penny arcade |
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Screaming she moans, "I've just been made" |
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Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade |
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Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in" |
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Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside |
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He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride |
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"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride |
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You will not die, it's not poison" |
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Mama's in the fact'ry |
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She ain't got no shoes |
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Daddy's in the alley |
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He's lookin' for the fuse |
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I'm in the streets |
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With the tombstone blues |
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Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief |
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Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief |
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Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief |
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Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" |
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The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly |
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Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" |
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And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky |
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Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken" |
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Mama's in the fact'ry |
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She ain't got no shoes |
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Daddy's in the alley |
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He's lookin' for the fuse |
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I'm in the streets |
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With the tombstone blues |
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The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save |
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Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves |
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Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves |
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Then sends them out to the jungle |
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Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps |
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With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps |
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With a fantastic collection of stamps |
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To win friends and influence his uncle |
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Mama's in the fact'ry |
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She ain't got no shoes |
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Daddy's in the alley |
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He's lookin' for the fuse |
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I'm in the streets |
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With the tombstone blues |
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The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone |
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Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown |
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At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone |
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But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter |
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Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill |
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I would set him in chains at the top of the hill |
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Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille |
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He could die happily ever after |
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Mama's in the fact'ry |
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She ain't got no shoes |
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Daddy's in the alley |
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He's lookin' for the fuse |
| [04:30.95] |
I'm in the streets |
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With the tombstone blues |
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Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll |
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Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole |
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And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul |
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To the old folks home and the college |
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Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain |
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That could hold you dear lady from going insane |
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That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain |
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Of your useless and pointless knowledge |
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Mama's in the fact'ry |
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She ain't got no shoes |
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Daddy's in the alley |
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He's lookin' for the fuse |
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I'm in the streets |
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With the tombstone blues |
