I am in a cookie jar
Playing on a pebble horn
And waiting for a horse drawn trolley car
I have a very fine job
I count all the frying fish
And make them pay amusements chance
And send their children off to school
You must be good
You must do well
You must be good
You must do well
You must be good
You must do well
Because
Because
He has an ulcer in his brain
From thinking of how to divorce his wife
And send all the children off to camp
He has to drink a lot of milk
And take pills by the pound
He wishes he could see that night
Perhaps the ego's insane
Playing on a pebble horn
And waiting for a horse drawn trolley car
I have a very fine job
I count all the frying fish
And make them pay amusements chance
And send their children off to school
You must be good
You must do well
You must be good
You must do well
You must be good
You must do well
Because
Because
He has an ulcer in his brain
From thinking of how to divorce his wife
And send all the children off to camp
He has to drink a lot of milk
And take pills by the pound
He wishes he could see that night
Perhaps the ego's insane
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