Digital Tradition Mirror

It's Tragic

It's Tragic

You sigh, your teeth fall out,
You speak and I smell sauerkraut,
It's tragic;
The bugs desert the bed,
And run to nestle in your head,
It's tragic.

note: Here's one we sang in 1948.  Some of you will be able to
identify the original and think of a young Doris Day.


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