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Step lively, now, as good news is not of a mind To wait upon delay and dithering Nor to pay any heed to your day's peculiar grace The ticket for your promised land Is one-way only, and you need to clutch it For all you are worth, and travel light; If it don't fit in a paper sack, you don't need to take it along, No need for any suitcase Packed with your yesterdays, your Yes, ma'am, Your No, sir, your Might I have my pay, sir? Because your satin-shoes, lose-your-blues, Done-paid your- dues day comes just once And once only, so you best move with some dispatch, child.
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Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 5:10 PM UTC
A Variation Upon Bobbie Gentry's "Hurry, Tuesday Child"
Step lively, now, as good news is not of a mind To wait upon delay and dithering Nor to pay any heed to your day's peculiar grace The ticket for your promised land Is one-way only, and you need to clutch it For all you are worth, and travel light; If it don't fit in a paper sack, you don't need to take it along, No need for any suitcase Packed with your yesterdays, your Yes, ma'am, Your No, sir, your Might I have my pay, sir? Because your satin-shoes, lose-your-blues, Done-paid your- dues day comes just once And once only, so you best move with some dispatch, child.
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Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 5:10 PM UTC
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