In Other Words
They crowded to the opery house;
They filled each row and tier;
And clapped their hands and split their gloves
When Mary did appear.
They filled each row and tier;
And clapped their hands and split their gloves
When Mary did appear.
“What makes the folks love Mary so?”
The eager public cry,
“Why, Mary is the earth’s best show!”
And that’s no Barnum lie.
The eager public cry,
“Why, Mary is the earth’s best show!”
And that’s no Barnum lie.
Revised
When the pillow’s warm and the sheet is torrid,
When you put cold towels on your fervid forehead.
When the breeze won’t blow, when the moments creep,
When you toss all night and you get no sleep—
It’s hot, by George, it’s hot!
When you put cold towels on your fervid forehead.
When the breeze won’t blow, when the moments creep,
When you toss all night and you get no sleep—
It’s hot, by George, it’s hot!
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