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♪ Well there's a coolie named Maturely runs a rickety rickshaw south of Peking ♪
♪ And he goes clippity-clop-clop, clippity-clop-clop, as he hobbles down the cobblestone street ♪
♪ While his romantic and his addicts all the talk of the girl is south of Peking ♪
♪ Their hearts go clippity-clop-clop, clippity-clop-clop, as he hobbles down the cobblestone street ♪
♪ For the first quarter of a mile, he'll only charge a pretty girl a smile, for every quarter after that, why he collects a kiss ♪
♪ And when the moon is high and ladies sigh, the rickety rickshaw comes a-creakin' ♪
♪ And he goes clippity-clop-clop, clippity-clop-clop, as he hobbles down the cobblestone street, yeah ♪
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♪ The other drivers are all connivers, they'll drive you round about and pound about the city ♪
♪ But he has no yen for that yen, he takes them straight and then his rate is just a day ♪
♪ Why, there's a coolie named Maturely runs a rickety rickshaw south of Peking, and he goes clippity-clop-clop, clippity-clop-clop, as he hobbles down the cobblestone street ♪
♪ And he goes clippity-clop-clop, clippity-clop-clop, as he hobbles down the cobblestone street, yeah ♪