| Yes I’m a stut-stut-stutterin' man
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| And I can’t ta-ta-ta-talk worth a damn
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| And I can’t ta-ta-ta-talk worth a damn
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| Sometimes I wanta cry cry
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| Sometimes I wanta die
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| Yes, my fr-fr-friends all laugh at me
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| And they don' don’t even have a friendly
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| Yea-Yea-Yea-Yes my fr-friends all laugh at me
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| And they don’t even have a friendly word
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| They say I’m the no no talkinest man that they have ever heard
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| When I walk up the str-street I tip tip my hat to speak
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| I can’t even say a thing and that’s when I begin to sing:
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| I’m a stut-stut-stut-stutterin' man
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| And I can’t talk worth a damn
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| Sometimes I wanta cry
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| Sometimes I wanta die
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| When Two str-strange men
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| Were stealin- jus-just the other night
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| Before I could tell the cop
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| Them cats had run clean outta sight
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| I’m a stut-stut-stutterin man
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| And I can’t ta-ta-ta-talk worth a damn
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| But that is one thing I can say
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| And that is Muscatel Wine |