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"Hello, Mrs. Murphy

That's a lovely dress you're wearin', is it new?"

"Why, thank you, Mr. Wilson

But I've had this same old dress about a year or two"

Upstairs in bed

The tall boy stretched just like a cat

Put his hands behind his head

And lay there thinkin' of a dream that he had

"I hear that the Johnsons

Had a baby, Mrs. Murphy, is that true?"

"Why yes, but it's rumored

That the little tot's real daddy lives in 22"

In 22 the boy lay whistlin' out of tune

Ridin' on the sea

Dreamin' of a thousand things

He'd like to be

"Poor Mr. Johnson

Bein' married to a wife who should be caged

It's the child who will suffer and to think

That that young man is less than half her age"

Upstairs he sits

He hears a knock and nothin' more

"Come on in, you're late

Well, don't just stand there, Mrs. Johnson, close the door"