| Doctor, let me tell you something about myself
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| I’m a college man and I’m very wealthy
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| I’ve got no time to trifle with trash like you
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| Cause I must be 'bout my business
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| My brother’s a machinist in a textile mill
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| And he makes more money than you ever will
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| He just got married to a Polish girl
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| With a space between her teeth
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| My sister’s a dancer up in Baltimore
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| At a small cafe on Main
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| But she ran off with a Negro from the Eastern Shore
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| Dr., she didn’t even know his name
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| Get me back on my feet again
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| Back on my feet again
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| Open the door and set me free
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| Get me back on my feet again
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| He took her down to Mobile in a railroad train
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| He said, «Driver, take me to the Hotel Paree»
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| He went into the washroom
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| Washed his face and hands
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| When he come out he was white as you and me
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| He said, «Girl, I ain’t a Negro I’m a millionaire
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| As you can plainly see
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| So many women were after my money
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| But I’m proud to say that you were only after me
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| «I'm going to teach you to play polo and how to water ski
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| And you won’t have to dance no more
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| And I no longer have to pretend to be
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| A Negro from the Eastern Shore.»
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| Doctor, Doctor, what you say
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| How 'bout letting me out today?
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| Ain’t no reason for me to stay
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| Everybody’s so far away
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| Get me back on my feet again
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| Back on my feet again
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| Open the door and set me free
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| Get me back on my feet again |