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Baby Bug Or My Pet Race Roach
Well, I've been in jail since Juvember, And I've pulled thru Maynever, And now it's past September, And I wonder if I'll ever, Get out of here, Yea, this place sure would be lonely, If it wasn't for my pet, And he sure is real homely, But still, my love he'll get, He sleeps in a matchbox, And wakes up in my bed, He's sometimes in my socks, Or a layin' by my head, I enter him in races , With all my criminal friends, And me, he never disgraces, My race-roach always wins, He can really move fast, One second for five feet, And I sure hope his legs will last, So he'll never get beat, And he holds the track record, Here in this ol' jail, And he might just beat it, But only time will tell, But then one day my race roach Was walking on my shelf, When he suddenly fell off of it, And nearly killed himself, So I hollered for the Sheriff, And he came a runnin' fast, I told him to call the doctor, Or my race roach wouldn't last, Well, the doctor came a flyin' A little later in the day, I told him my race roach is dying, What more could I say? The doctor said I am sorry son, But his leg will never bend, I believe his career's done, He'll never win agin, So I started crying, I cried agin and agin, I almost felt like dying, Now my roach would never win, So the doctor took him away, Yea, he took him out the door, And I just have to say, I haven't seen him anymore, But what really puzzles me, Is where'd he take my "baby bug?" I wish he'd bring him back to me, So I could give him one more hug!! Hey!!!I just caught another one, A little faster than the last! This little "Bugsie" can get it on!!! Gosh is he ever fast!!!!!
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