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Now you can date me comely sister
Even take her to the picture show
You can gently snuggle up to her
Kiss her sweetly don't ya know
But don't you be a grabbin'
Reachin' from down to ups
Searchin' with a plastic spoon
To eat me puddin' cups
You can gurgle me Cajun Rum
Tickle the tummy of me pups
But your hand is at risk from a flashing blade
If you reach for me puddin' cups
Now when God was out inventin'
Even fo' he invented the pups
He gathered al the angels
"Let's mix some puddin' cups."
Hear now in the distance
Ships be loading stem and toward
With gold and spice and rum
But treasure was puddin' cups aboard
When you meet the Devil
Have a puddin' cup in hand
With a little bit of blarney luck
He may leave you on the land
Ole Foster was lying still as Death
Put a puddin' cup under his nose
He jumped up with a jingle jangle
Happy enough don't ya 'spose
He even tickled up a campfire
Roasty and toasty so they say
Wiggled above a puddin' cup
For a poor man's Creme Brulee'
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