| She’s got a ham in her handbag, a pig in her purse
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| She’s got two ply, no fly, baby buggers
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| She’s got a burlap sack, she’s on a voter parade
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| Gonna get some carob cigars and some lemonade
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| No need to put your ear to the ground
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| Dora Munch is coming to town
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| She puts eggs in her orange juice, coffee in her tea
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| Puts olives in her jelly, says that’s the way it’s gonna be Ashes and mashes and dust and mustard
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| Creamed spinach sandwich and she cuts the crusts off
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| Don’t let it show that you wanted some
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| Dora Munch is coming to town
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| She’s got a ham in her handbag, a pig in her purse
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| She’s got two ply, no fly, baby buggers
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| Burlap sack, voter parade
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| Gonna get some carob cigars and some lemonade
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| No, no need to put your ear to the ground
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| Dora Munch is coming to town
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| She puts eggs in her orange juice, coffee in her tea
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| Puts olives in her jelly, says that’s the way it’s gonna be Ashes to ashes and dust and mustard
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| Don’t let it show that you wanted some
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| Dora Munch is coming to town, yes sir
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| Dora Munch is coming to town, you heard me the first time
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| Dora Munch is coming to town |