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
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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