| Clarabelle will chase the devil from hell
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| With the kind of way she does smell
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| Anytime she pass you could tell
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| All alone, not a sweetheart to call her own
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| In the dance you could hear she groan
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| «My heart isn’t made of stone»
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| Everybody laughing, everybody glad
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| Me the mamaguy and things really looking bad
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| «Even if I got to pay him
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| I must catch a man before morning!»
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| Like a savage, she face always in a rage
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| And even though she have courage
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| She fat and she down with age
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| She can’t dance, but she huff and puff for romance
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| Anytime that she could get a chance
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| Jumping in any pans
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| Everybody laughing and everybody glad
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| Me the mamaguy and things really looking bad
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| «Even if I got to pay him
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| I must catch a man before morning!»
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| A straight scotch, a double rum on the rocks
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| «Dou-dou why you drinking so much?»
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| She hold me and start to touch
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| Bawling «Hurray, ah catch a big one!» |
| she say
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| Then the woman drag me away
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| And swept me off for the whole day
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| Everybody laughing, everybody glad
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| Me the mamaguy and things really looking bad
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| «Even if I got to pay him
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| I must catch a man before morning!» |