THE MORNING AFTER
I sing a song of saxophone, A pocket full of rye, A lot of dizzy dancers Madly whizzing by. And when the dance is over, And you’re at home, petite, I’m swallowing some aspirin And soaking my tired feet.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1076, 13 September 1930, Page 19
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42THE MORNING AFTER Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1076, 13 September 1930, Page 19
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