| The diff’rent lays of nowadays
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| All set my brain a whirl
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| They’re not the kind of songs they sang
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| When mother was a girl
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| Your spoony rags and coony drags
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| All made my poor heart ache
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| Bring back the rhymes of olden times
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| And just for old times sake
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| Won’t you play a simple melody
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| Like my mother sang to me
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| One with good old fashioned harmony
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| Play a simple melody
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| In days of yore, before the war
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| When hearts now old were young
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| At home each night by firelight
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| Those dear old songs were sung
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| Sweet melodies, their memories
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| Around my heart still cling
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| That’s why I long to hear a song
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| Like mother used to sing
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| I don’t care for longhaired musicians
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| With their classy melodies
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| They have lots of highbrow ambitions
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| But their music doesn’t please
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| Give me something snappy and popular
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| The kind that darkies play
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| Lots of rhythm
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| And I go with 'em
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| That’s why I say
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| Musical Demon
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| Set your honey a-dreamin'
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| Won’t you play me some rag
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| Just change that classical nag
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| To some sweet beautiful drag
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| If you will play from a copy
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| Of a tune that is choppy
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| You’ll get all my applause
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| And that is simply because
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| I want to listen to rag |