| Well I hung on to Mary’s stump
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| I danced with a soldier’s glee
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| With a rum soaked crook
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| And a big fat laugh
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| I spent my last dollar on thee
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| I saw Bill Bones, gave him a yell
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| Kehoe spiked the 'nog
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| With a chain link fence
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| And a scrap iron jaw
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| Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
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| Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
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| Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
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| Spider rolled in from
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| Hollister Burn
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| With a one-eyed stolen Mare
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| Donned himself with chicken fat
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| Sawin' on a jaw bone violin there
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| Kathleen was sittin down
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| In little Red’s Recovery Room
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| In her criminal underwear bra
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| I was naked to the waist
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| With my fierce black hound
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| And I’m cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
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| Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
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| Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
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| Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road
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| Fill it with madrone and bay
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| Stinks like hell
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| And the neighbors complain
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| Don’t give a hoot what they say
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| Gotta slap that hog
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| Roll 'im over twice
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| Gotta baste him with a sweeping broom
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| You gotta swat them flies
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| And chain up the dogs
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| Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
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| Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
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| Rattle snake piccata with grapes and figs
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| Old brown Betty with a yellow wig
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| T’ain’t the mince meat filagree
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| And it ain’t the turkey neck stew
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| And it ain’t them bruleed okra seeds
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| Though she made them especially for you
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| Worse won a prize for her bottom black pie
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| The beans got to thrown to the dogs
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| Jahesus Christ, I can always make room
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| Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
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| Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
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| Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
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| Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
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| Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
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| Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog |