(::Mingo, Moose and Sam::)
The real American folk song is a rag,
A mental jag
A rhythmic tonic for the chronic blues
The critics called it a joke song
But now
They've changed their tune
And they like it somehow
For it's inoculated
With a synopated sort of meter,
Sweeter
Than a classic strain
Boy! You can't remain
Still and quiet
For it's a riot!
The real American folk song
Is like a fountain of youth;
You taste,
And it elates you.
And then, invigorates you.
The real American folk song,
Master stroke song,
Is a rag.
The real American folk song
Is like the fountain of youth;
You taste,
And it elates you,
And then, invigorates you.
(::The Company::)
The real American folk song --
(::Mingo, Moose and Sam::)
Yippie Yi-Yoh Ki-Yay Ki-Yoh!
(::The Company::)
The real American folk song --
(::Mingo, Moose and Sam::)
Hoodle-lee hoo-day-ee hoodle-ee-hoo-day-ee-oh!
(::The Company::)
The real American folk song
Is a rag.
What a rag!!
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