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Came a card marked Mason City From my forwarder Shut the door, don't let my dad see Read aloud, Dear sir Understanding you account an upright gentlemen Aetna Life agreed and lent By the way, my fee is two point six percent Write again the Riceville widow S-A-S-E I would guess they'll be turned out though I'll still make my plea If the Dunlay heirs cannot be seen to care Then the Banker's Trust will surely think it fair To not give extensions, as they musn't dare Write Des Moines on several matters And I near anoint Ladle thick the pleasant flatters And then comes the point Mr. Nelson wouldn't like to hear it said As he's too proud, so I do it in his stead He shall need an extension, so it read Songtexte Take the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake Take the Pere Marquette, take the Michigan Central To West Madison for Christ's sake Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers None on the make Up for shade on Crumb Hill Get something to make my hands still But now, wait How are you my nabs Little tender footed crabs Meet my knuckle duster You geeched that gazoon's gow Tried to break into the bow Go wipe your nose I'm just hanging out with some noler knockums Just passing time waiting till my stack comes Prussian who got jackered My snapper till your knockered Get on the snam The chivman wants your chip Better dummy up then go dip You're out of turn I learned that the lowest form of life is the buffer nabber Even worse than the dicer stabber Aus Songtexte Mania