| Now here’s a story about
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| A great big old giant
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| Ooh!
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| My money
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| My honey
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| And me
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| I been digging all those stories about the West the cats have told
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| Me and my baby cut out there, dig us up a mess of gold
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| The minute we find a buried treasure, I looked up and see
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| A great big old eight-foot giant looking dead on me
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| And that dood it, you know, and that dood it
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| I didn’t have no more eyes for digging up no more gold
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| No, no, no, no, no, no!
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| I grabbed what I had in one hand and my baby by the other
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| A giant grabbed my coattail and said, «Don't you go another further»
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| I ripped off my coat when I was shaking the scene
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| But what really got my goat was when I heard my baby scream
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| An’d that dood it, ooh-wee! | 
| And that dood it
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| Because I am not going nowhere, and leave my baby there
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| No, no, no, no, no, no!
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| I put on my brakes and stopped dead in my tracks
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| As much as I hated the idea, I went crawling on back
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| I said, «Look-a here, Mister Giant,» as I raised slowly on one knee
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| «I'll do anything you say. | 
| Hand my baby to me.»
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| And that dood it, mm-hmm, and that dood it
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| He said, «You bust that loose, and I’ll set your baby free.»
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| No, no, no, no, no, no!
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| I said, «I'll make you a proposition. | 
| It’s up to you to choose
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| It’s either your money or your honey. | 
| One of the two you’ll have to lose.»
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| I said, «Mister Giant, I want to thank you for taking a load off my mind
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| But when it come to choosin' between my money—and my honey
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| I take my money—what I’m sayin'?—I mean my honey everytime.»
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| And that dood it, you know, and that dood it
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| Now the giant got the money and I got my honey, and everybody’s feeling fine
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| No, no, no, no, no, no! |