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You strolled back here on your own, son
Don't you said, anytime I needed to talk...
...Mr. White
You and me, we had a little fracas, eh?
Got off on the wobbly foot is all
We copasetic now? Sweet as Cracker Jack
Here in my town
Job in a fine hotel
In the summer you go back to Baltimore with a plug of green in your pocket...
...and a li'l gold in your mouth
All turned out for the best
That's how to see the world
You got some news for me?
Yessir!
I'm pushing my luck according to boss man
open my fly trap one more time, he fire me just like that...
Tell me now,
how the other boys feel about it?
Ahh, they'd be simmerin' Mr. White
Just waitin' on me to give 'em the word
So go and give it to 'em