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[00:03.40]Still scowling black, good captain Clack
[00:07.41]Must eat his humble pie
[00:10.82]His bed is made, the colors fade
[00:14.43]His eyes once wet are dry
[00:17.99]The naked muse who sits and chews
[00:21.88]Tobacco off a tree
[00:25.57]Removes his shoes, gives way to booze
[00:28.85]And searches endlessly
[00:32.50]See the naked jumberlack sip his aphrodisiac
[00:39.83]Cotton-picking farmers three
[00:43.54]Though I'd lost my weather vane
[00:47.16]And of sense I have one grain
[00:50.79]I'm content sipping lemon tea
[01:08.39]Still scowling black, good captain Clack
[01:12.70]Must eat his humble pie
[01:15.99]His bed is made, the colors fade
[01:19.46]His eyes once wet are-
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