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No More Booze
There was a little man
And he had a little can
And he used to rush the growler.
He went to a saloon
On a Sunday afternoon;
You ought to hear the bartender holler:
"No more booze, no more booze,
No more booze on Sunday.
No more booze, no more booze,
Got to get your can filled Monday."
She's the only girl I love,
Her face like a horse and buggy,
Leaning up against the lake -
Oh, fireman, save my child!"
The chambermaid come to my door,
"Get up, you lazy sinner!
We need them sheets for the tablecloths
And it's almost time for dinner."
"No more booze, no more booze,
No more booze on Sunday.
No more booze, no more booze,
Got to get your can filled Monday."
She's the only girl I love,
Her face like a horse and buggy,
Leaning up against the lake -
Oh, fireman, save my child!
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