| Well I’m a song and dance man come on gather round me and clap your hands
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| Bring your tips boys and put 'em in the ol' tin can
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| Buy me a drink boys and I’ll do a little bit of the old soft shoe
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| Put a little somethin' in the kitty and I’ll sing and dance for you
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| I’ll play a number and you can do the buck and wing
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| Or sing any sad song that you wanna hear me sing
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| Just name your pleasure then dig down in your jeans
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| My body needs a beverage and my guitar needs some strings
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| Cause I’m a song and dance man…
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| Well I caught pneumonia from walkin' in a pourin' rain
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| But I found heaven in a little room in New Orleans loved me till I got strong
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| Then I caught me a freight right out of her heart and I wrote about it in a song
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| Cause I’m a song and dance man…
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| I’m a song and dance man… |