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I woke up this mornin'
School dinners all around my mind, oh yeah
I woke up this mornin'
School dinners all around my mind
Not a moment, now
I looked for you, baby
But school dinner's all that I could find
I woke up this mornin'
A tablecloth over my face
I woke up this mornin'
A tablecloth over my face
I can't be your table, honey
I just can't lay you no place
No, I can't
Hey now, baby
Got the school dinner blues
I got through my navel
To my walkin' shoes
You look so good
But you taste so bad
Like every piece of news
A man ever had
I'm in the laundry, I'm in the laundry
I'm in the laundry, there was a good thing
I'm in the laundry
Oh shucks baby, what would I say?
You dress like a ham
But you talk just like a lump of coal
You walk like a ham
But you taste just like a piece of coal
Yeah, you do
I can't help but feel that the
Whole thing's got out of control
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