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Kafusalem
Come, listen to my tale of woe
It happened many years ago
Where women rarely answered no
'Way down in old Jerusalem
Hi, Ho, Kafusalem
The harlot of Jerusalem
Prostitute of ill repute
And daughter of the Babba
There was a prince, both lean and tall
His manly arts made all to fall
His victims lined the Wailing Wall
That standeth in Jerusalem
One night returning from a spree
His customary leer had he
Looked down the road, and chanced to see
That whory wench, Kafusalem
With artful eye, and cunning look
She led him to a shady nook
And to her bounteous bosom took
The pride of all Jerusalem
Now he was too abrupt, alas
T'was there, he made a hasty pass
He knocked Kafusalem to the grass
That groweth in Jerusalem
Kafusalem was over-gassed
She arched her back, and loosed a blast
Which sent him flying far and fast
A-wailing o'er Jerusalem
Now when the moon is high and red
A flying form sails overhead
Still raining curses on the head
Of that whory wench, Kafusalem
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