Lyrics:
to answer "no, sir"
Butcher, banker, clerk and grocer
Let yourself go
a street
The grocer and the butcher
And the people that I meet
The children in the playground
The faces that I see
All races and religions
That's
a street
The grocer and the butcher
And the people that I meet
The children in the playground
The faces that I see
All races and religions
That's
Green
They snap their photographs and say
"Gawd darn it, isn't it a pretty scene?"
And Daisy's married Tom the grocer boy
And now he owns a grocery
dare to answer "No, sir"
Butcher, banker, clerk and grocer
Let yourself go
local grocer
So I walked down till I came a little closer
To a place called Happy John's
He said, "I keep something here for colds and fevers
Down
the village green.
They snap their photographs and say "gawd darn it,
Isn't it a pretty scene?"
And daisy's married tom the grocer boy,
And now he owns
of earth, a street,
The grocer and the butcher and the people that I meet,
The children in the playground, the faces that I see;
All races, all religions,
no, sir
Butcher, banker, clerk and grocer
Let yourself go
a street
The grocer and the butcher
And the people that I meet
The children in the playground
The faces that I see
All races and religions
That's
and the grocer keeps on following me,
And the woman next door's an undercover for the K.G.B.,
And the man from the Social Security
Keeps on invading my
A plot of earth, a street,
The groc-er and the butch-er and the peo-ple that I meet,
The chil-dren in the play-ground, the fac-es that I see;
All
A writer writes, but do fingers fing?
Hammers don't ham
Grocers don't groce haberdashers
Don't haberdash english is cuh ray-zee!
If the plural of tooth is
Bill collectors gather 'round and rather
Haunt the cottage next door
Men the grocer and butcher sent
Men who call for the rent
But within a happy
Bill collectors gather 'round and rather
Haunt the cottage next door
Men the grocer and butcher sent
Men who call for the rent
But within a happy
dare to answer "No, sir"
Butcher, banker, clerk and grocer
Let yourself go
Christcycle - salvation on a stick
Salvation, as near as your grocer's freezer
For only thirty-five cents - redeemed
Ejaculating on the floor of a confessional
The house I live in, a plot of earth, a street
The grocer and the butcher, and the people that I meet
The children in the playground, the faces
a street
The grocer and the butcher
And the people that I meet
The children in the playground
The faces that I see
All races, all religions
That's
today
Your nasty habits ain't confined to bed
The grocer told me what you do with bread
Why don't you take up with the
Baker's wife instead of me?
And the grocer thinks I'm lonely
And the crossing guard won't raise her sign for me
Blue is the color of a boy who misses you
The mailman thinks you're
never met a man with one black eye
Who whised that he had two
Never throw a brick to a drowning man
If you're close to a grocer's store
Throw him
Drink the wine (Th tol
J tuijp c tol)
Come together everyone, and let's have fun
Be happy and gay
And the butcher and the grocer too
They all join
to answer "no, sir"
Butcher, banker, clerk and grocer
Let yourself go
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