Little Boy Blue
come blow your horn
the dish ran away with the spoon
home again home again
saturday morn
never gets up before noon
she used to render
you legal and tender
when you used to
send her your promises boy
a dill or a dollar
unbutton your collar
come out and holler
out all of your noise
little boy blue
come blow your top
cut it rite down to the quick
don't sit home and cry
on the fourth of july
around now you're hittin' bricks
so abracadabra
now she disappeared
now everything's Canada dry
so watch your behavior
and rattle your cane
with a bottle of bourbon
Good-bye
little boy blow
lost little bo peep
she fell thru a hole in the nest
Now ain't it peculiar
that she's finally cooled your
Little Boy Blue
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