| Well, I walked into a café, feelin' mighty low
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| I could’ve eaten most anything, but I didn’t have no dough
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| Well, a pretty little waitress stared at me and then I heard her say:
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| «Get off the stool, you silly fool, you can’t sit there all day»
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| And I said: «Why?»
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| And she said: «'Cause
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| This ain’t no place to take a rest
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| And, I ain’t Santa Claus»
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| Well, I went on to a tavern, I didn’t have a cent
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| The bartender just looked at me, said: «Bud, you’re badly bent
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| Now, we don’t care for moocherers, and we don’t furnish shade
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| Get off the stool, you silly fool, come back when you get paid»
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| And I said: «Why?»
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| And he said: «'Cause
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| This ain’t no place to take a rest
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| And, I ain’t Santa Claus»
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| Well, I went to see my baby, just the another night
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| She asked me for a little kiss, filled my heart with pride
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| She puckered up her painted lips, I said: «Leave me alone»
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| She screamed: «You fool, get off that stool, you might as well go home»
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| And I said: «Why?»
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| And she said: «'Cause
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| This ain’t no place to take a rest |
| And, I ain’t Santa Claus»
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| So, I married me a rich widder, she had a Jersey cow
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| Sent me to do the milkin', she thought that I knew how
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| Well, I sat right down in front of Jerz, and the widow she walked in
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| «Get off the stool, you silly fool, get on the other end»
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| And I said: «Why?»
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| She said: «'Cause
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| This ain’t no place to take a rest
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| And, I ain’t Santa Claus»
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| Well, I was speedin' down the highway, and someone hollered: «Stop»
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| I kept right on a-goin', didn’t know it was a cop
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| He sat me down before the judge, he said: «You'll change your ways
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| Get off the stool, you silly fool, you’re here for 30 days»
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| And I said: «Why?»
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| And he said: «'Cause
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| You found a place to take a rest
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| I’ll be your Santa Claus
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| You found a place to take a rest
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| I’ll be your Santa Claus» |