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To Bob
You say I've got it too darn fine
Well, let me tell you, Boy,
It ain't all clover on this vine
There is some sorrow with the joy!
Gals have their ups and downs
In spite of what men think
Just living with you bunch of clowns
Could drive a gal to drink.
Now anytime you want to swap
I'll quickly close the deal
And gladly trade my pail and mop
For a chance to play 'big wheel'.
I know you guys have got it tough
I never would deny it,
But please don't say our lot's not rough
'Cause, Brother, I won't buy it!