I remember, I was feeling pretty good

In my brand new Model T

Just as any sane man would

When out of the shadow

Came that crooked beggarman

Threw his palms up on my windshield

Rattling his can, saying

Oh, it‘s terrible

Won‘t you hear me

Don‘t send off your children

Oh, terrible

Won‘t you hear me

Don‘t send off your children

To the many-toothed king

Came the morrow

I was feeling quite alright

I said "Morning, Mr chairman

Have you had a pleasant night?"

When that darned beggarman

Stepped right on up to me

Flashed another hollow-mouthed grin

Bеfore he bellowеd angrily

Oh, it‘s terrible

Won‘t you hear me

Don‘t send off your children

Oh, terrible

Won‘t you hear me

Don‘t peddle your children

To the many-toothed king

And on the sixth floor of Harlem

Crowned with flame

Atop ursa and taurus

Is the father of game

The lord of the brazier

The lord of two horns

Eye of the master

Fatten the whores

Now eat from the lamb stew

And swallow the crab

Beggar thy neighbor

And ascend

Fear, Missouri, makes no difference

Lawyer up now, Dr. Doom

You’re gonna need the best defense

Oh yeah, please rise

From the waters, the woods, and the meadows

Hey, hey, hey, now, chicken delight! Only 4.99

Oh, it‘s terrible

Won‘t you hear me

Don‘t send off your children

To the many-toothed king

Oh, terrible

Won‘t you hear me

Don‘t send off your children

To the many-toothed king

Don‘t send off your children

To the many-toothed king

Don‘t peddle your children

To the many-toothed

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