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Two umbrellas up for sale |
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Mine will leak it never fails |
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I dial wrong numbers all the time |
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And always lose my dime |
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And with women, naturally |
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What I've got eyes for can't see me |
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I set my sights and make my run |
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And son of a gun |
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I was a day late and a dollar short |
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All the sweet cookies in the store been bought |
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The prize fish in the creeks been caught |
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Everything choice is gone |
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Might as well travel on |
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He took a job down Florida way |
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Got hijacked to C U B A |
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When I got back, no job no dough |
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Just goes to show |
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That I'm a day late and a dollar short |
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All the sweet cookies in the store been bought |
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The prize fish in the creeks been caught |
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Everything choice is gone |
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Might as well travel on |
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A day late and a dollar short |
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All the sweet cookies in the store been bought |
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The prize fish in the creeks been caught |
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Everything choice is gone |
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Might as well travel on |
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A day late and a dollar short |
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All the sweet cookies in the store been bought |
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The prize fish in the creeks been caught |
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Everything choice is gone |
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Might as well travel on |
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A day late and a dollar short |
