Pass me a peg, I'll still put out your laundry.
Pass you a bandage, and tie up my old knee.
It's not that I'm alone,
It's you're not here.
You still come around the mountains where you come.
With an ace up my sleeve, I am outplayed.
I'm glad you met my friends,
I just wish you and them had stayed.
But you beat me to it.
And you beat me to it.
And where is the home that we'll live in?
The baker we'll buy from?
The home that we'll live in, the baker…
Pass me a peg, I'll still put out your laundry.
See all the new shirts and the old shirts bought for me brought back.
It's not that I'm alone, not just that I'm alone,
‘Cause you beat me to it.
And you beat me to it. (Ba dum)
And where is the home that we'll live in,
The baker we'll buy from, the baker we buy from,
You bought his cake, you brought him home,
And me to it!
And you beat me to it!
And you beat me to it.
Woah, yeah.

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