Ragtime Troubles

One, two, one, two, three Well, he's a poker-playing alligator Tattooed, earrings bar and fadin' Likes his whiskey on the rocks But the claws on his toes always tear his socks He said them, ragtime troubles, I've had 'em One time when I was 17, you said that All the Joes used to call me fat But I grew up and my now jaws go clap Don't let the bad times bring you down One day you'll outgrow the town Well he's playing stud with the big, bad horses He got arms like hens and his voice is coarse He likes his bourbon nice and neat But he can't wear socks 'cause he ain't got feet He said, them, ragtime troubles, I've had 'em One time when I was 17, you said that All the does laughed behind my back But I grew bigger than the whole damn pack Don't let the bad times bring you down One day you'll outgrow the town, all right Ha-ah-oh Da-doo-dan, di-di-di-da-da-da Da-da, di-da, di-di-di-da-da Da-doo-dan, di-di-di-da-da-da Da-da-dan, di-da-da, di-da-da-da-da Doo-doo-da, da-da-di-da-da Dan-doo-dan, di-di-di-da-da Oh, come on boy, if you're feeling blue Let it roll and do as you do I don't know what'll happen to you But I'm sure you're the man to fill the shoes Funny feet, everybody's got 'em Troubles too, you know we all got 'em So let it roll, sing with me now And show everybody what they don't know, ha Don't let the bad times bring you down One day you'll outgrow the town One day you'll outgrow the town