| Ventrilloquist was he, little boy sat on his knee
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| The people knew that the show was but the best one in the land
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| Until the night before the act
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| The dummy’s clothes had all been packed away — he’d gone
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| And he’d left poor Mr. Crow right in the lurch
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| You know he’s gone far away
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| I hear his voice go laughing
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| What of all the years we shared?
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| Hello Mr. Crow has your little boy left home — did he run away
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| Well I hope he’ll soon be back to do the show
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| I’m sorry you must feel quite sad when your dummy runs away without a word
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| That is all old Mr. Crow had heard
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| You know he’s gone far away
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| I hear his voice go laughing
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| What of all the years we shared?
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| Now come on Mr. Crow my dear
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| We’d better have this gottle o' geer
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| Then one fateful night into the dressing room so bright
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| Walked our friend tabledoll
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| Mr. Crow cried tears of joy all in his tea
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| The bad doll said kindly address me as Sir Norman little man I am a star
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| And if you weren’t so old maybe I’d let you be my doll
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| You know I’ve been far away
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| I’ve heard the people laugh
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| Now I’m a great big star |