| There was a thick set man with frog eyes
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| who was standing by the door
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| and a little bald man with wing-nut ears
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| was waiting in the car
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| Well Robert Moore passed the frog-eyed man
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| as he walked into the bar,
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| and Betty Coltrane she jumped under her table.
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| «What's your pleasure?"asked the barman
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| he had a face like boiled meat
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| «There's a girl called Betty Coltrane
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| that I have come to see»
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| «But I ain’t seen that girl 'round here
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| for more than a week»
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| and Betty Coltrane she hid beneath the table.
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| Well, then in came a sailior with
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| mermaids tattooed on his arms,
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| Followed by the man with the wing-nut ears
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| who was waitin' in the car
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| Well, Robert Moore sensed trouble,
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| he’d seen it comin' from afar
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| and Betty Coltrain she gasped beneath the table.
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| Well, the sailor said «I'm looking for my wife,
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| they call her Betty Coltrain!»
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| The frog-eyed man said «That can’t be;
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| that’s my wife’s maiden name.»
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| And the man with the wing-nut ears said,
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| «Hey, I married her back in Spain!»
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| and Betty Coltrain crossed herself beneath the table.
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| Well, Robert Moore stepped up and said
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| «That woman is my wife.»
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| and he drew a silver pistol
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| and a wicked bowie knife;
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| And he shot the man with the wing-nut ears
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| straight between the eyes
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| and Betty Coltrain, she moaned under the table.
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| The frog-eyed man jumped at Robert Moore,
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| who stabbed him in the chest
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| and as Mister Frog-eyes died he said
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| «Betty, your the girl that I loved best!»
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| The sailor pulled a razor,
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| Robert blasted it to bits
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| «And Betty, I know you’re under the table.»
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| «Well have no fear,"said Robert Moore,
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| «I do not want to hurt you!»
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| «Never a woman did’na love me half as much as you.
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| You are the blessed' sun, girl
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| and you are the sacred moon.»
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| and Betty shot his legs out from under the table!
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| Well, Robert Moore went down heavy
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| with a crash upon the floor
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| and over to his trashin' body
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| Betty Coltrain she did crawl.
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| She put the gun to the back of head
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| and pulled the trigger once more
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| and blew his brains out all over the table!
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| Well Betty stood up and shook her head
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| and waved the smoke away.
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| Said, «I'm sorry Mr Barman
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| to leave your place this way.»
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| As she emptied out their wallets she said,
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| «I'll collect my severence pay.»
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| and then she winked and threw a dollar on the table. |