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Show FAT SCHULER GETTING THIN. Say! It 'taint this weather that's makln' Me thin, believe me, Prince of the Life of Night; It's me popularity, for the minute I quit My sixteen hours' shift, some boob Grabs me and insists that he needs ballast for a a joy Ride in his aeroplane, And the first thing you know the dawn of tomorrow to-morrow Bieaks across the Wasatch and when I 'light Where I belong, I'm ruled off for being Underweight. Then they cook me A nice breakfast to revive Me yes, they do and I change my shoes and beat It back to work Ah, ha, the hot towel and That Mitch behind the saw and I blow To get a decision over a pair of Ham and then back, back To the little rendezvous Under the grand stand at the revival meeting and Say, what are you tryln to do, Kid me? Because you'd better do it quick for there Will come a time and soon when I'll Be the skeleton kid, an' you won't know me, for when I breeze along they'll wonder for a moment, and then Yell I loved my pullet but, oh, you squab! |