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Well I went downtown, just a lonesome clown
And I found I was walking with you
You were drinking raspy wine and wishing all the time
That it was bluebottle stew

You had your papa on the leave, begging to be freed
But you were so unkind
You beat him with a stick and told him to be quick
Or he'd be surely left behind

Well you must agree that I've got the key
And you haven't a clue where to find it

Well after a while, I began to smile
But you were not amused
You climbеd on a bus, in a dreadful bus
Ashamed with the languagе I used

You put your papa on a rack in a dirty old sack
You turned and blew me a kiss
But luck was on my side or I would have died
But it was a very near miss

Well you must agree that I've got the key
And you haven't a clue where to find it

Well you and your papa and your raspy wine
I think about you most of the time
Sitting by the fire, wondering how you are
Trying to get the song to rhyme

Well I went downtown, just a lonesome clown
And I found I was walking with you
You were drinking raspy wine and wishing all the time
That it was bluebottle stew

Well you must agree that I've got the key
And you haven't a clue where to find it

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