| You said I haven’t been around
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| The way I dress is a sin
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| I been further under the house
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| Lookin' for eggs, then you’ve ever been
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| You’re humbuggin' me, you’re humbuggin' me
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| I believed those stories
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| But now you’re humbuggin' me
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| You told me, little darling, you loved me
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| You’d go through fire or pain
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| Last week you wrote me a letter
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| Said, I see you if it don’t rain
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| You’re humbuggin' me, you’re humbuggin' me
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| I believed those stories
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| But now you’re humbuggin' me
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| Well, when I married you, darling
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| You thought I was a profit, I know
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| You promised me chicken and pork roast
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| But you gave me sour milk and burned toast
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| You’re humbuggin' me, you’re humbuggin' me
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| I believed those stories
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| But now you’re humbuggin' me
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| Well, when I married you, darling
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| You thought I was a profit, I know
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| You promised me chicken and pork roast
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| But you gave me sour milk and burned toast
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| You’re humbuggin' me, you’re humbuggin' me
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| I believed those stories
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| But now you’re humbuggin' me |