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Cut him up, boy |
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You got to cut him up, boy |
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He's a wicked disgrace |
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And he said it to your face |
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You better cut him up, boy |
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You take him by the teeth |
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Get him down on his knees |
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With your hands all shaking |
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That'll teach him how to take it |
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You got to cut him up, boy |
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And how |
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Ply her heart with gold and silver |
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Take your sweetheart down to the river |
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Dash her on the paving stones |
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It may break your heart to break her bones |
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But someone's got to do the culling of the fold |
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Cut him up, girl |
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Really cut him up, girl |
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He lives by himself |
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In a hole in a wall |
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You got to cut him up, girl |
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You can take him in a stitch |
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Dump his body in a ditch |
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Leave his limbs all naked |
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That'll teach him how to take it |
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You got to cut him up, girl |
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And how |
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Ply her heart with gold and silver |
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Take your sweetheart down to the river |
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Dash her on the paving stones |
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It may break your heart to break her bones |
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But someone's got to do the culling of the fold |
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Listen up, boy |
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And listen up, girl |
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It's a shallow little trench |
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And it's giving off a stench |
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It's a shallow little world |
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Feeling down in the face |
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Could you use a little space |
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When the radio crackles |
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And the in laws cackle |
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Better cut him up, boy |
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And cut him up, girl |
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Buy her heart with gold and silver |
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Take your sweetheart down to the river |
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Dash her on the paving stones |
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It may break your heart to break her bones |
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But someone's got to do the culling of the fold |
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Oh, the culling of the fold ha, ha, ha, ha |
