| POTTER:
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| Somethlng is the matter with me.
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| Oh, but it’s chronic!
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| PHIL:
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| Do you need a tonic?
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| POTTER:
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| Oh, can’t you see
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| A dumb thing is the matter with me.
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| I’m in condition —
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| I need no physician.
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| PHIL:
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| What can it be?
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| POTTER:
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| You can help me out.
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| PHIL:
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| What’s it all about?
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| POTTER:
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| I’ve got fidgety feet, fidgety feet, fidgety feet!
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| Oh, what fidgety feet, fidgety feet, fidgety feet!
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| Say, mate, come and be my sway mate;
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| How can anyone resist that rhythmical beat?
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| You will never go wrong, never go wrong, never go wrong
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| If you toddle along, toddle along, toddle along.
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| All I need’s a partner to make my life complete —
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| Two more fidgety, fidgety feet |