"Don't that man look pretty". The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity". Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk grittyIt's so hard to be a saint in the city. I was the king if the alley
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One two three four. (Ooh oh) (Ooo ooh, Merry Christmas Saint Nick). Well way up north where the air gets cold. There's a tale about Christmas. That you've all been told. And a real famous cat