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Little old Nita,
In New Orleans,
I might've been wide,
I'm getting taller,
I may be large,
You're getting smaller,
Little old Nita,
In New Orleans,
I'll send you a telegram,
Just to tell you how I am,
Oh, little old Nita,
In New Orleans,
You cook me things,
Give me dinner,
But you cooked it,
And made me thinner.

Little, little, little, little old Nita,
Little, little, little, little old Nita.

Oh, little old Nita,
In New Orleans,
She'll teach you how to fish,
How to aim that ole' stick,
Oh, little old Nita,
In New Orleans,
She's 86 years of age,
And I love her off the stage,
Oh, little old Nita,
In New Orleans,
She'll teach you how to fish,
To aim the stick,
Oh, little old Nita,
In New Orleans.

Little, little, little, little old Nita,
Little, little, little, little old Nita.

When you were a little taller,
I was more smaller,
I would ask you for your number,
Call you on your phone,
You're a crazy, crazy woman,
You never seemed too broke,
Spending all your dough,
After all that's what it's for.

Little old Nita,
In New Orleans,
Oh, little old Nita,
In New Orleans.

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