| Charity:
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| Can I remember how this song and dance began?
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| Yes, I can and damn right I can!
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| It began, well, anyway you see there was this man
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| Who stopped and asked me if I knew which way
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| Was Lexington Avenue.
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| He said I’m gonna Bloomingdale’s.
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| I said I’m gonna Bloomingdale’s.
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| So we hoofed it over the Bloomingdale’s,
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| He wanted to buy some jockey shorts…
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| Then he said: «miss, would you like a cup of tea
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| Or maybe some seven-up?»
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| I left the tea picked up the tab for the jockey’s shorts
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| And the taxicab
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| He dropped me off and I burnt
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| Boy, let that be a lesson to ya Lower the poem girl, lower the poem
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| But what can you do when he knocks on your door
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| Cause they locked him out of his furnished room
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| So… he moves in!
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| He moves in with his jockeys shorts and a paper bag
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| Nothing else!
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| He needs toothpaste and a tooth brush
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| And pajama tops
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| He needs razor blades, a razor and a comb,
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| Several!
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| He needs sistering and brothering and fathering and mothering
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| He needs a hat to hang up in my flat and call it home.
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| In no time at all
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| I find we’re very much in love
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| And I’m blushing like a sentimental slob.
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| And he’s kissing me and hugging me And all the time he’s bugging me to Go out and try to find myself a better paying job.
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| Comes July, it’s ninety-eight degrees.
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| He wants a coat, he wants a fur line coat
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| While I really didn’t begrudge it When I figured out my budget for that coat
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| I had to dance with something like
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| Eleven hundred jerks
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| Now comes February, ten degrees…
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| I need a coat
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| Need a coat to warm his puddle
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| That I bought!
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| So he gives me his old sweater,
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| A muffler and a stretcher
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| That I give to him, ha ha ha!
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| The bronchial pneumonia that I caught.
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| Then I give him pocket money,
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| Poker money, smoking money, skating money
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| Poling money, movie money, haircut money,
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| Shoeshine money,
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| Money for a bill from Louis’Bar
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| Money for a bill from Maxi’s Bar
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| Money for a bill from Charlie’s Bar
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| But will he ask for subway money?
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| Now he wants some subway money
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| As he turns out
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| The bum wants to go to Florida!
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| Come on down
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| Now hear this and get this
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| Hold this and Amen
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| This big fat heart ain’t gonna be joined apart
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| Ever, ever, ever again! |