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The tramp
Now shut your mouth and listen
And you shall hear a story about a lad
That was pissed off and starved
He was no tramp-snobb
Because he looked for work
But got to hear the same story everywhere:
Refrain:
Tramp, tramp tramp and go on tramping
There is nothing to get here
When you come here next
You'll be put in dark arrest
It's best for you to tramp and go on
We walked the street back and forth
so that his soles disappeared
In a house there was a woman frying a steak
And he said "Good day, good day!
could one chop some wood for a while?"
And what she answered made him pale
*refrain*
Down the street stood a cop
The cop sneezed a resolute
And asked'im:
"Why are you goin' here buggin' about poor bastard?
Go down to the judge you sparrow!"
The judge said "What nonsense
We don't want a tramp in town!"
*refrain*
But in the end he decayed
And was laid down in his grave
And believed to be content upp there
But Saint Peter slammed shut
the Pearly gates in front of our fiend
and screamed form the heavens:
*refrain*
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