| What can I do to make you happy?
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| What kind of clown thing can I do?
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| Wiggle my ears, and make them flappy?
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| My humor is sappy, won’t you sit on my lappy
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| And don’t cry baby, boo hoo.
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| Boo hoo.
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| Why do we cry, it sure is a riddle
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| I’ll dry your eyes and see you through
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| Babies can coo and sing like a fiddle
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| Your problems are little, so sing hey diddle diddle
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| And don’t cry baby, boohoo
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| Don’t cry, baby don’t cry.
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| There’s a sun behind the clouds you know
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| Don’t cry baby, don’t cry
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| 'Cause I hate to hear you cry
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| It hurts me deep inside
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| You know the way I feel,
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| You know I love you so.
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| Your pretty blue eyes weren’t made for a fretter
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| But they can’t get much wetter,
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| So let’s dry them together
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| And don’t cry baby, boo hoo
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| Don’t cry baby, don’t cry. |