I'm gonna sing you a song entitled, "I'm a delicatessen store proprietor, and if you don't smell it, we ain't got it!"
Hannah and Harry decided to marry,
So they went on their honeymoon;
She was romantic,
He was a fanatic,
Why, everywhere that they would go
She would want to spoon;
Now, if he wanted to give her just a little kiss,
She would hand him a line of jive, hmph, would go something like this:
"Ha, ha, oh, stop it, Harry, gracious, oh, don't do that, wait!"
Can't you wait 'til you get...
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