It seems to me there's a mix going on hear. This was a party song in my college days (1948-52)University of Maine. Whopsie doodle, I'm off my noodle. I don't wear trusts any more. My rupture's gone. My rupture's gone. I love to go swimmin with bowlegged wimmin And dive right between their legs. My rupture's gone. My rupture's gone. Today is the day the give babies away With a half of pound of tea. The tea is no good and the babies are wood My rupture's gone. My rupture's gone. After raising enough steins to dear old Maine, we didn't care if things didn't seem to "fit tight."
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