THis one is lame and insulting: Hot gingerbread and dynamite, Boy, I drink nothing but that each night, Back in Nagasaki where the fellows chew tobaccky And the women wicky-wacky-woo! Aw, man, how they entertain, I mean, they hurry a hurricane. Back in Nagasaki where the fellows chew tobaccky And the women wicky-wacky-woo! Fujiama, got a mama, Then your troubles increase, boy! It's a bottle in a, bottle in a, bottle in a, bottle in a, bottle in a Nagasaki! They hug and kiss each night, By jingo, boys, worth that price! Back in Nagasaki where the fellows chew tobaccky And the women wicky-wacky-woo! Back in Nagasaki where the fellows chew tobaccky And the women wicky-wacky-woo!
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