| Bobby:
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| How 'bout your short’ning bread?
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| Johnny:
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| Oh, I wouldn’t give you a piece a pie to save your soul …
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| Bobby:
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| I guess that’s what you said.
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| Johnny:
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| My ma told me today
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| When she went away …
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| Bobby:
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| To buy groceries.
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| Johnny:
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| To be a good boy
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| She’d give me a toy
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| 'cause I’m my mama’s
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| Pride and joy.
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| There ain’t no use of anyone to keep a hangin' 'round …
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| Bobby:
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| Maybe I’m waiting' on your ma.
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| Johnny:
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| You don’t know my ma She’d really put you down …
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| Bobby:
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| Put me down?
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| Johnny:
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| Ma’s bakin' up a storm
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| And her oven is still warm.
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| I know you want it But you can’t have it And I ain’t gonna give you none.
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| Bobby:
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| You dirty boy!
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| I ain’t gonna give nobody none of my jellyroll …
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| Johnny:
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| Oh, … such a stingy chap!
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| Bobby:
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| I wouldn’t give you a piece a pie to save your soul …
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| Johnny:
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| How 'bout a zuzu snap?
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| Bobby:
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| Her cherry pie is fine
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| Her layer cake divine.
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| But I’m tellin' you twice
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| You can’t get a slice
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| Unless you’re extra special nice.
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| Now, there ain’t no use of you to just keep a hangin' 'round …
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| Johnny:
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| Oh, … pretty please!
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| Bobby:
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| I love you but I hate to put you down
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| Yeah, … my jellyroll is sweet …
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| Johnny:
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| That it is!
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| Bobby:
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| It sure is hard to beat
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| Well, I know they want it …
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| Johnny:
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| But, they can’t have it …
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| Both:
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| Whoa, Miss Nelly, I need my jellyroll!
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| Johnny:
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| Dibs on the dishpan.
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| Bobby:
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| I got seconds. |