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  • 作曲 : Friedberger
    Came a card marked Mason City
    From my forwarder
    Shut the door, don't let my dad see
    Read aloud, Dear sir
    Understanding you account an upright gentlemen
    Aetna Life agreed and lent
    By the way, my fee is two point six percent
    Write again the Riceville widow
    S-A-S-E
    I would guess they'll be turned out though
    I'll still make my plea
    If the Dunlay heirs cannot be seen to care
    Then the Banker's Trust will surely think it fair
    To not give extensions, as they musn't dare
    Write Des Moines on several matters
    And I near anoint
    Ladle thick the pleasant flatters
    And then comes the point
    Mr. Nelson wouldn't like to hear it said
    As he's too proud, so I do it in his stead
    He shall need an extension, so it read
    Take the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake
    Take the Pere Marquette, take the Michigan Central
    To West Madison for Christ's sake
    Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers
    None on the make
    Up for shade on Crumb Hill
    Get something to make my hands still
    But now, wait
    How are you my nabs
    Little tender footed crabs
    Meet my knuckle duster
    You geeched that gazoon's gow
    Tried to break into the bow
    Go wipe your nose
    I'm just hanging out with some noler knockums
    Just passing time waiting till my stack comes
    Prussian who got jackered
    My snapper till your knockered
    Get on the snam
    The chivman wants your chip
    Better dummy up then go dip
    You're out of turn
    I learned that the lowest form of life is the buffer nabber
    Even worse than the dicer stabber
  • 作曲 : Friedberger
    Came a card marked Mason City
    From my forwarder
    Shut the door, don't let my dad see
    Read aloud, Dear sir
    Understanding you account an upright gentlemen
    Aetna Life agreed and lent
    By the way, my fee is two point six percent
    Write again the Riceville widow
    S-A-S-E
    I would guess they'll be turned out though
    I'll still make my plea
    If the Dunlay heirs cannot be seen to care
    Then the Banker's Trust will surely think it fair
    To not give extensions, as they musn't dare
    Write Des Moines on several matters
    And I near anoint
    Ladle thick the pleasant flatters
    And then comes the point
    Mr. Nelson wouldn't like to hear it said
    As he's too proud, so I do it in his stead
    He shall need an extension, so it read
    Take the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake
    Take the Pere Marquette, take the Michigan Central
    To West Madison for Christ's sake
    Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers
    None on the make
    Up for shade on Crumb Hill
    Get something to make my hands still
    But now, wait
    How are you my nabs
    Little tender footed crabs
    Meet my knuckle duster
    You geeched that gazoon's gow
    Tried to break into the bow
    Go wipe your nose
    I'm just hanging out with some noler knockums
    Just passing time waiting till my stack comes
    Prussian who got jackered
    My snapper till your knockered
    Get on the snam
    The chivman wants your chip
    Better dummy up then go dip
    You're out of turn
    I learned that the lowest form of life is the buffer nabber
    Even worse than the dicer stabber