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Come on to my house
Come on, come on
Come on, I'm gonna give you everything
Come on, baby
Uh, except, uh...
What's the matter, Shapiro?
Miss Tucker
I don't want to play that song anymore
What do you mean I don't want to play that song anymore?
Well, let's face it
You're not a hip cat
Is that so?
You shouldn't sing a song like that
I shouldn't?
I like to
I sing it to some guy every night
Come on to my house
Come on, come on
It's a snazzy song, Shapiro
Oh, the tune is all right
But it's a little too new for you to do
Too new for me to do
That's right, and your friends will all agree
They would much rather hear you sing some of your old songs
Yes
Yeah
Yes
Yes
Yes
Yes
Yes
Yes
Yes
Yes
Now, I'm gonna make a bet with you
I say that a great many of the folks
Of the young folks today
Don't know the difference
Between the old ones and the new ones
Songs that I sang
At Risen Weber's Cafe
Are popular hits on jukeboxes today
The young folks hear them think that they're great
Catchy and clever and right up to date
Now, to prove to you what I'm saying is true
Here is an old song
That they think is new
I'm looking over
A folly cloak
That I overlooked before
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One is for sunshine
The second for rain
The third is for roses
That grow on the lane
I'm not complaining
The one remaining
Is for the one that I adore
Cause I'm looking over
A folly cloak
That I overlooked before
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