| Don’t eat green meat, it ain’t good for you
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| Killed your brother, killed your sister too
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| Eatin' fresh-fried chicken on new-mown sand
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| Can’t beat red beans eaten outta your hand
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| Oh Mabel, Mabel
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| You know I love you, girl, but I’m not able
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| Mabel, oh Mabel
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| Please get off the kitchen table
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| Don’t slice no onions, don’t peel no grapes
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| Dream about banana slice, no smell around your cake
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| And if on a winter’s day you find your sundial’s wrong
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| You know the weather is what’s brought it on
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| Hey Mabel, Mabel
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| You know I love you, girl, but I’m not able
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| Mabel, hey Mabel
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| Please get off the kitchen table
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| Put the peas on the pot, put the pot on the hot
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| In the cellar lies my wife, in my wife there’s a knife
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| So tote that hammer, lift that pick
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| And banish inhibition with a pogo stick
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| Hey Mabel, Mabel
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| You know I love you, girl, but I’m not able
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| Oh Mabel, hey Mabel
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| Please get off the kitchen table |