A cake eater was button shining with a face stretcher
While a bell bottom was getting owled in the corner
He was goofy for a choice bit of calico who wasn't playing
She was nobody's pushover
Gin Mills full of pills
And flat tires who don't know for nothing
The bank's closed when the panther sweat starts to kick
Looking to get a Jane with it in a struggle buggy to neck
Or at least cash or spoon, not get stuck with a check
Everybody razzin' on a corn shredder on the floor
Father Time scouting out a Fire Alarm
Ends up hittin' on all sixes with a swanky tomato
Brillo's everywhere, lookin' nifty in the glad rags
He's got rubes but he's always left holding the bags
Charlie sharpshooter got his eye on a billboard
A bearcat who's really on the trolley
She's keen, everything's jake, it's just the cats pajama's
Copacetic in the petting pantry with the Dolly
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