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Where's that careless chambermaid? |
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Where'd she put my razor blade? |
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She mislaid it, I'm afraid, |
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It's gotta be foun'! |
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Ask her when she cleaned my room |
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What she did with my perfume; |
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I just can't lose it, |
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I've gotta use it, |
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'Cause Lulu's back in town. |
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Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed, |
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Gotta sew a button on my vest, |
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'Cause tonight I've gotta look my best, |
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Lulu's back in town. |
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Gotta get a half a buck somewhere, |
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Gotta shine my shoes and slick my hair, |
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Gotta get myself a boutonniere, |
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Lulu's back in town. |
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You can tell all my pets, |
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All my Harlem coquettes; |
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Mister Otis regrets |
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That he won't be aroun'. |
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You can tell the mailman not to call, |
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I ain't comin' home until the fall, |
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And I might not get back home at all, |
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Lulu's back in town. |
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You can bet I've got it bad, |
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Best complaint I've ever had; |
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We'll be stepping out tonight, |
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An' struttin', an' how. |
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We're in for the swellest time, |
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Finish up without a dime; |
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Look here, you fellers, |
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I'll make you jealous, |
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My Lulu, she's a wow. |
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Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed, |
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Gotta sew a button on my vest, |
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'Cause tonight I've gotta look my best, |
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Lulu's back in town. |
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Gotta get a half a buck somewhere, |
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Gotta shine my shoes and slick my hair, |
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Gotta get myself a boutonniere, |
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Lulu's back in town. |
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You can tell all my pets, |
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All my blondes and brunettes; |
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Mister Otis regrets |
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That he won't be aroun'. |
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You can tell the mailman not to call, |
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I ain't comin' home until the fall, |
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And I might not get back home at all, |
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Lulu's back in town. |