| Broke again, gentlemen
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| I am ruined now
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| Wall Street’s not to blame
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| Nor the racing game
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| I have spent every cent
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| Let me tell you how
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| Listen one and all
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| To the cause of my downfall
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| Hungry women, hungry women
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| I feed em' and weep
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| They never eat cheap
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| All those meal hounds
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| Eat like real hounds
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| When they eat with me
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| They’re out on a spree
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| They have cute faces and cute figures
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| But the real question
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| Is to where to find one
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| Who has got acute indigestion
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| Hungry women, hungry women
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| I feed 'em and weep
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| Hungry women, hungry women
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| Whenever we meet
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| It’s «When do we eat?»
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| Then they pitch in
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| And clean the kitchen
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| What I’d like to know
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| Is where does it go?
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| I saw a great magician
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| Doing wondrous feats
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| He sawed a woman in half
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| Gave me the half that eats!
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| Oh those hungry women, hungry women
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| I feed 'em and weep
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| Hungry women, hungry women
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| I feed 'em and weep
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| I met a girl with just two teeth
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| And took her to supper
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| But just my luck
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| Her lower tooth met with the upper!
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| Hungry women, hungry women
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| I feed 'em and weep |