| I keep drinkin' malted milk, try’n to drive my blues away
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| I keep drinkin' malted milk, try’n to drive my blues away
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| Baby, you just as welcome to my lovin', as the flowers is in May
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| Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head
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| Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head
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| And I have a funny, funny feelin', and I’m talkin' all out my head
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| Baby, fix me one more drink, and hug your daddy one more time
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| Baby, fix me one more drink, and hug your daddy one more time
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| Keep on stirrin' my malted milk mama, until I change my mind
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| My door knob keeps on turnin', it must be spooks around my bed
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| My door knob keeps on turnin', must be spooks around my bed
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| I have a warm, old feelin', and the hair risin' on my head |