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Tin Pan Alley is a dirty place
The very place my baby loves to stay Tin Pan Alley blues is killin' me It's killin' me I met a women down there I really want to see She little and cute, she's young and wild I just want to hold her in my arm for a little while So that the Tin Pan Alley blues will let me be Let me be 'Cause [Incomprehensible] If you only would agree You see I love you for yourself Your just the kind of women That don't seam to care Tin Pan Alley, baby must be your home Well, nothing down there, baby But blood and bones Yes, yes Tin Pan Alley, it's way across town People like to kick the dog When the sun goes down Tell you baby Please make it up in your mind Because a women like you darling Is sure hard to find |
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Too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
I said, too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two You got me wonderin' baby Who's makin' dirty dishes with you? I get up an' go to work in the mo'nin' I come right home at night When I leave the sink is empty When I come back home She got 'em stacked up out of sight Too many dirty dishes in the sink just for us two Well you got me wonderin' baby, Who's makin' dirty dishes with you? (Spoken: Look at this kitchen! Pots an' pans, ev'rywhere, it's pitiful! Look at all these glasses layin' all up on the sink! Looks like she even had a party up in here, too You wait 'til I see this woman, when she get home That glass over there, got a cigar in it or sump'in I don't smoke no cigar Um, servin' caviar I don't eat no caviar What's wrong with this woman? All these pots in here, gonna run me some water right here Yeah now, you wait 'til I see this woman when she get home Pots 'n pans all stacked up here There's a pot, let me scrap this pot out Oh it's pitiful an' I don't know why this woman come an' have a party When I'm at work Gettin' all this stuff under my fingernails, Run some more water in here Yeah, now I can wash these glasses out, wash them up first Yeah, that's pretty clean now, though Now I got all this, now I gotta work on these pots a little bit more Makes me so mad, I don't know what to do Thought I was her husband, 'stead a maid! Like ol red chili or somethin' all done got dried up on all these pots She never fix me none of this good food! You wait 'til that woman get home, I'm scrappin' all these pots for her) Sings: I've done your dirty dishes How much am I suppose to take? When I left I had corn flakes for breakfast Now there's a bone from a T-bone steak Too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two You've got me wonderin' baby Who in the hell is makin' dirty dishes with you? |
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