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Mama Don't 'Llow by Tom Rogers
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(to the tune of "Mama Don't 'Llow)
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Well Mama don't 'llow no singin' around here
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Well Mama don't 'llow no singin' around here
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Well we don't care what Mama don't 'llow
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Gonna sing our heads off anyhow
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Mama don't 'llow no singin' round here
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[off-key singin'][sing off key]
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[do-gooders][do some good]
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[boat rockin'][rock that boat]
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[leader questioning][question our leaders]
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[liberals][liberalize ourselves]
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[marijuana][DPS will import in anyhow]
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THE MILWAUKEE BALLAD by Paul Matte and Bob
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Hirschfeld)
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(to the tune of The Irish Ballad)
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About a man I'll sing a song,
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Sing rickety-tickety-tin
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About a man I'll sing a song,
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Who didn't keep his lovers long
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Not only did he do them wrong
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He did every one of them in, them in,
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Jeffrey Dahmer did all of them in.
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One evening in a fit of pique,
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Sing rickety-tickety-tin
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One evening in a fit of pique,
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he dropped some body parts-in-the-creek
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The water tasted bad for a week,
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And he had to make do with gin, with gin,
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he had to make do with gin.
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He boiled his victim down to bones,
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Sing rickity-tickity-tin
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He boiled his victims down to bones,
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And used them then to spread on scones,
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All they ever found were some bones,
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And occasional pieces of skin, of skin,
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Occasional pieces of skin.
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One day when he had nothing to do,
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Sing rickity-tickity-tin
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One day when he had nothing to do,
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he cut an Asian boy in two
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And served him up as an Irish Stew,
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And invited the neighbors
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bors in, bors in,
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Invited the neighbors in.
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And when at last the police came by,
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Sing rickity-tickity-tin
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And when at last the police came by,
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his little pranks he did not deny
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But the cops handed back the child, oh my!
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So that Dahmer could slaughter agin, agin,
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So that Dahmer could slaughter agin.
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My tragic tale I won't prolong,
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Sing rickity-tickity-tawn
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My tragic tale I won't prolong,
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And if you do not enjoy my song,
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Blame Milwaukee Police,
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if he killed too long,
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Homophobia let it go on, go on,
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homophobia let it go on.
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