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My cohorts are a beach bum,organ grinder
And a pregnant lady who looks like
She is carrying a watermelon
We include a box of raisins, loaf of bread
And a jug of bootleg whiskey

The organ grinder fled the misbegotten city
He is knock kneed and bow legged
With little green pig eyes

The beach bum is crying
We had to drag him away from the beach
Throwing buckets of water on him

The pregnant lady takes deep breaths
And blows a tune on her comb
She wishes we had brought the monkey

I cover my eyes with my hands
This design does not go well with
My harvest of tender lemons

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