| Way back tale
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| In nineteen hundred and ten
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| The monkey and the baboon
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| They came walkin' in
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| The monkey told the baboon
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| Let’s shoot a game of pool
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| The monkey could shoot
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| But the baboon wadn’t no fool
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| Next thing came along
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| Was a little mule
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| He say, 'You know I’m so mad
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| I even can’t wear no shoes'
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| Next thing came along
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| There was Mr. Cat
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| We ain’t gon' have no such-a stuff
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| Goin' on here like that
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| Next thing came
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| Was a little mouse
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| 'Let's all get drunk
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| And break up the doggone house'
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| Can’t ya re-ead?
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| Now, can’t ya re-ead?
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| If ya keep on readin'
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| I’m bound to put you wise
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| (Tampa sings:)
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| Well, the monkey and the elephant
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| They went out for a little drive
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| The elephant hit the monkey
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| Right square in his eye
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| The monkey looked up
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| With a tear in his eye
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| Said, 'Look-a-here big boy
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| You oughta get someone yo' size
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| One a these days
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| I’m gonna climb yo' tree
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| Remember big boy
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| You got to march right under me
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| When you march under me
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| You better march careful and fast
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| I get me limb and break it
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| Cross yo' ~
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| Now, can’t you re-ead
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| Now can’t you re-ead
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| If you keep on readin'
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| I’m bound to put you wise
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| If anybody jus' happen to ask’d you
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| Where the waitin' gonna be?
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| Tell him right down there on
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| Hazen Street
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| Go down there
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| Just about the end of the week
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| You can get most anything
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| That you care to eat
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| If you don’t like shrimp
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| Just na-ame yo' dish
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| They will even sell you
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| Some a-that ol' filtie fish
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| Now, can’t you re-ead?
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| Now, can’t you re-ead?
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| Now, if you keep on readin'
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| Mama, I’m bound to put you wise
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| 'Yeah, play it Mr. Maceo'
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| (piano, guitar)
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| Well, fifteen cents
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| You know that’s reg’lar price
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| If you got two bits
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| They will even serve you twice
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| Can’t you re-ead?
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| Now, can’t you re-read?
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| If you keep on readin'
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| I’m bound to put you wise |