| In a café
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| On the Champs-Élysées
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| I saw a girl the other day
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| I was beguiled
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| 'Til I saw her smile
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| It was a gash across her face
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| Not long ago, she found that she was alone
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| So she wandered into the vaudeville show
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| She should’ve known it’d be bad,
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| She saw the name that it had:
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| The Straight Razor Cabaret
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| The first act was a stripper
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| And the host looked like Jack the Ripper
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| But the audience was dreary
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| So he slashed them smiles from ear to ear
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| He used a straight razor,
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| 'Cause he’s a face-raper
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| And there’s nothing he hates more
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| Than a stick in the mud
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| And if he tells a joke,
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| You better laugh 'til you choke
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| At the Straight Razor Cabaret
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| When I went down to Camden Town
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| I saw a man reading the Bible
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| I won’t in haste describe his face
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| For I might be sued for libel
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| Not long ago, he found that he was alone
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| So he wandered into the vaudeville show
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| He should’ve known he’d be maimed
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| When he discovered the name:
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| The Straight Razor Cabaret
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| While a strumpet stroked a donkey
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| The host juggled five dead monkeys
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| But the audience was snobs
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| So he took a knife right to their gobs
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| He used a straight razor,
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| 'Cause he’s a face-raper
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| And there’s nothing he hates more
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| Than a stick in the mud
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| And if he does a trick
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| You better laugh until you’re sick
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| At the Straight Razor Cabaret
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| They call him straight razor
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| 'Cause he’s a face-raper,
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| And there’s nothing he hates more
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| Than a stick in the mud
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| If he pulls a gaffe
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| You better bloody up and laugh,
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| At the Straight Razor Cabaret
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| At the Straight Razor Cabaret
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| At the Straight Razor Cabaret |