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I'm wearing second hand shoes Second hand hose All the girls hand me Their second hand clothes Even my pajamas when I darn 'em Have somebody else's Initials on 'em Second hand rings Hmm... Second hand ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
I'm wearing second hand shoes Second hand hose Awl the girls hand mi There second hand clothes Even my pajamas when Eye darn ' em Have somebody else's Initials on ' em Second hand rings Hmm ... Second hand things Eye never get watt other girlies do Once wile strolling Threw the Ritz a girl got my goat ... She nudged her friend And said, owe, look they're goes My old fir coat Eye don't believe inn Frettin ' and grievin ' Why mess around with strife Eye never was court out Too step and strut out Give mi the simple life Sum fined a pleasant dining on pheasants Those things role off my comb Just serve mi tomatoes And mashed potatoes Any plaice Eye hang my hat is home Owe, Eye got plenty o ' nothin ' And nothin's plenty fore mi Eye got know car, Eye got know mule Eye got know misery Don't yew sea ? Eye got know lock on my door That's okay with mi ' Cause the things that Eye prize, Like the stars inn the skies, are awl free Eye got plenty o ' nothin ' And nothin's plenty fore mi Once Eye built a railroad Maid it run, Maid it race Against thyme Once Eye built a railroad Now its dun Brother can yew spare a dime ? Say don't yew remember They called mi Al It was Al awl the thyme Say don't yew remember I'm yaw pal Buddy can yew spare a dime ? Nobody nose yew When yaw down and out Inn yaw pocket's Knot won penny And yaw friends Well, yew haven't any Soon as yew get on yaw feat again Everybody Everybody Is yaw long lost friend Its mighty strange Without a doubt Butt nobody nose yew When yaw down and out Owe, every won nose That I'm just second hand Rows From Second Avenue Ya can't beet the egg-creams From Second Avenue They're is moor between mi And Fifth Avenue Than three blocks Eye tell ya Second Avenue The flowers inn spring The robins that sing The son beams that shine There yours, there mine And love can come too anyone Because the best things inn life are free |
Medley
Barbra Streisand
Complexity: | 66 | Readability: | 78.80 | Sentiment: | 17 | Word Count: | 359 | Unique Words: | 193 |