Mason City Lyrics

Came a card marked Mason City
From my forwarder
Shut the door, don't let my dad see
Read aloud, Dear sir

Understanding you account an upright gentlemen
Aetna Life agreed and lent
By the way, my fee is two point six percent

Write again the Riceville widow
S-A-S-E
I would guess they'll be turned out though
I'll still make my plea

If the Dunlay heirs cannot be seen to care
Then the Banker's Trust will surely think it fair
To not give extensions, as they musn't dare

Write Des Moines on several matters
And I near anoint
Ladle thick the pleasant flatters
And then comes the point

Mr. Nelson wouldn't like to hear it said
As he's too proud, so I do it in his stead
He shall need an extension, so it read

Take the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake
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To West Madison for Christ's sake
Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers
None on the make
Up for shade on Crumb Hill
Get something to make my hands still
But now, wait

How are you my nabs
Little tender footed crabs
Meet my knuckle duster

You geeched that gazoon's gow
Tried to break into the bow
Go wipe your nose

I'm just hanging out with some noler knockums
Just passing time waiting till my stack comes

Prussian who got jackered
My snapper till your knockered
Get on the snam

The chivman wants your chip
Better dummy up then go dip
You're out of turn

I learned that the lowest form of life is the buffer nabber
Even worse than the dicer stabber