Oh, I used to sing a song,
    An' dey said it was too long,
    So I cut it off de en'
    To accommodate a frien'
                Nex' do', nex' do'
    To accommodate a frien' nex' do'.

    But it made de matter wuss
    Dan it had been at de fus,
    'Ca'ze de en' was gone, an' den
    Co'se it didn't have no en'
                Any mo', any mo'
    Oh, it didn't have no en' any mo'!

    So, to save my frien' from sinnin',
    I cut off de song's beginnin';
    Still he cusses right along
    Whilst I sings about my song
                Jes so, jes so,
    Whilst I sings about my song jes so.

    How to please 'im is my riddle,
    So I'll fall back on my fiddle;
    For I'd stan' myself on en'
    To accommodate a frien'
                Nex' do', nex' do'
    To accommodate a frien' nex' do'.

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