I feel a much a bad, like anything;
All the night I nunga canna sleep;
It’s a my pizon Pasquale,
He say we take da car
And see Dorando race a "Long - a ship;"
Just like da sport, I sell da barber shop,
And make da bet Dorando he’s a win.
Then to Madeesa Square, Pasquale and me go there,
And just a like a dat, da race begin.

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Dorando! Dorando! He run - a, run - a, run - a,
Run like anything.
One - a, two - a hundred times around da ring,
I cry, "Please - a nunga stop!"
Just then, Dorando he's a drop!
Good - bye, poor old barber shop.
It’s no fun to lose da mon,
When de sun - of - a - gun no run,
Dorando, He's good - for not!
Dorando, he's a come around next day,
Say, "Gentlemen, I wanna tell - a you,
It's a one - a bigga shame,
I forgot da man's a - name,
Who make me eat da Irish beef - a stew;
I ask - a him to give me da spagett,
I know it make me run a - quick - a - quick,
But I eat da beef - a stew, And now I tell - a you,
Just like da pipps it make me very sick."

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