| An English man was teaching me
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| How to live socially
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| An English man was teaching me
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| How to live socially
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| He said in the world of high society
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| There isn’t anything like petty jealousy
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| If your wife love a man or a man love your wife
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| Such are the ethics of social life
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| I said I agree this time if you see
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| How he madam gazing at me
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| My wife is a blithe, he wife is all right
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| I want to join society tonight
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| Wepsee mama!
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| I made my debut in social life
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| They send the Mayor to escort my wife
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| Ordinarily it would have been a shock to me
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| But who vex los in society
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| They introduce m to an old feller name Tate
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| He wife ain’t worth at all but he daughter looking great
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| Ah make meh attack, the Limey pull me back
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| He say «Wait, we got better than that»
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| I said I agree this time if you see
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| He madam looking at me
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| My wife is a blithe, he wife is all right
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| I want to join society tonight
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| Wepsee mama!
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| He say the best friend a man should keep
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| Is a next man with whom your wife love to sleep
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| If they gone home romancing
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| Keep a lot of noise, let them know you’re coming
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| That is to give them time to put themselves right
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| Prevent embarrassment with no unusual sight
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| But if it happen so you catch them in the act
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| Say «excuse me» and turn your back
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| I said I agree this time if you see
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| He madam still watching at me
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| My wife is a blithe, he wife is all right
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| I want to join society tonight
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| Wepsee mama-yo!
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| He took my wife and he went with she
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| In a corner quietly
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| I took his wife but I went with she
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| In me old shack up Laventille
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| Tell you, early in the morning, quarter after three
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| The Englishman came up there complaining to me
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| My wife refuse to cooperate with he
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| I must resign from society
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| I said I agree but as you can see
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| I’m very, very busy
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| Turn your face if you don’t mind
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| Everything will work out fine
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| When I’m finished, then I goin' resign
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| Wepsee mama! |