| Now, you take this morning for example
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| I floated cornflakes in my coffee
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| The coffe grounds are wrapped in silk
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| My piggybank is full of bobbypins and milk
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| Today what’s right is wrong
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| Today what’s up is down
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| Tomorrow could be worse
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| Tomorrow I may drown
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| Then everyone will laugh at this old clumsy clown
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| But listen sweet patutti,
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| You so and so
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| You went and did it to me
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| Why did you have to go away
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| Won’t you come home Bill Bailey
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| Won’t you come home
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| I mourn the whole day long
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| Now I’ll bake you cookies Billy
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| with chocolate chips
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| Now I know, I know I’ve done you wrong
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| Do you remember that rainy evening
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| They say I through you out
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| You left with nothing but a fine-tooth comb
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| So I’m to blame and I’m ashamed and so all alone
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| Billy. |
| Hey Billy Baby come home
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| An old daddy of mine dropped dead
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| and so I’m collecting on his life insurance
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| Come on and spend that money Bill Bailey
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| Come on home
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| Now you’ve been away too long
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| A whole lot of goodies I’ll buy you
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| I’ll buy you a home, car
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| Now who said, who said I’ve done you wrong
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| When you are on my doorstep, patutti
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| I’ll yell who rang
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| Its Billy Bailech, Salome
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| Now who’s to blame, Bill
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| Who’s ashame, Bill
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| I’m all alone
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| Come on, Bailey
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| Bailey won’t you please come home
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| I’m looking for you
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| I’m praying for you
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| I’m cooking for you
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| ah turn my flame up
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| Come home, Bill Bailey
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| Come on home
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| Then I’ll sing, I’ll sing no more, no more sad songs
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| I want that man’s arms around me
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| I want him til it hurts
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| Now Bailey, it wrong its wrong, its wrong its wrong
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| Now do you remember that raining evening
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| That night that you left
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| You stole, you stole my fine tooth come
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| Bailey Bailey, shame, shame
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| I know it is you who’s to blame
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| But William Benjamin Bailey
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| You just come on home
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| Come home |