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IT'S TRAGIC You sigh, your teeth fall out, You speak and I smell sauerkraut, It's tragic; The bugs desert the bed, And run to nestle in your head, It's tragic. note: Here's one we sang in 1948. Some of you will be able to identify the original and think of a young Doris Day. @parody filename[ TRAGIC SB Apr98 ![]() 8note Sheet> |
It's Magic It's Tragic |