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  • Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave
    I sold my soul, must be saved
    Gonna take a walk down to Union Square
    You never know who you're gonna find there
    You gotta run, run, run, run, run
    Take a drag or two
    Run, run, run, run, run
    Gypsy Death and you
    Tell you whatcha do
    Marguerita Passion had to get her fix
    She wasn't well, she was getting sick
    Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high
    Didn't know, thinks she could buy it
    And she would run, run, run, run, run
    Take a drag or two
    Run, run, run, run, run
    Gypsy Death and you
    Tell you whatcha do
    Seasick Sarah had a golden nose
    Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes
    When she turned blue, all the angels screamed
    They didn't know, they couldn't make the scene
    She had to run, run, run, run, run
    Take a drag or two
    Run, run, run, run, run
    Gypsy Death and you
    Tell you whatcha do
    Beardless Harry, what a waste
    Couldn't even get a small-town taste
    Rode the trolleys down to forty-seven
    Figured he was good to get himself to heaven
    'Cause he had to run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two
    Run, run, run, run, run
    Gypsy Death and you
    Tell you whatcha do
  • Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave
    I sold my soul, must be saved
    Gonna take a walk down to Union Square
    You never know who you're gonna find there
    You gotta run, run, run, run, run
    Take a drag or two
    Run, run, run, run, run
    Gypsy Death and you
    Tell you whatcha do
    Marguerita Passion had to get her fix
    She wasn't well, she was getting sick
    Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high
    Didn't know, thinks she could buy it
    And she would run, run, run, run, run
    Take a drag or two
    Run, run, run, run, run
    Gypsy Death and you
    Tell you whatcha do
    Seasick Sarah had a golden nose
    Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes
    When she turned blue, all the angels screamed
    They didn't know, they couldn't make the scene
    She had to run, run, run, run, run
    Take a drag or two
    Run, run, run, run, run
    Gypsy Death and you
    Tell you whatcha do
    Beardless Harry, what a waste
    Couldn't even get a small-town taste
    Rode the trolleys down to forty-seven
    Figured he was good to get himself to heaven
    'Cause he had to run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two
    Run, run, run, run, run
    Gypsy Death and you
    Tell you whatcha do