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That's-That's-That's All Folks
By Roy Merritt

There’s a little guy ‘round here 
with a red mustache three feet long
And there’s no one about it seems 
with which he gets along

He’s always angry it seems 
and often pullin’ his gun 
He’s always shoutin’ and cursin’ 
Might shoot you 'fore he’s done

One guy in particular makes him mad 
Leaves him in despair
A wise crackin’ feller with a Brooklyn accent
A wise crackin’ Brooklyn hare

I can’t tell you the number of times
This hare drives him over the deep end
Drives this little guy into a frenzy
Drives him ‘round the bend

And one thing in particular he wants
Rushin’ in guns in his grasp
Demands that hare climb a tower
And jump down in a glass

And you can be certain this hare
Will always get the better of him
And he’ll be the one divin’ below
It’s always happens in the end

Cos’ you can be sure he’s a show off
This hare is great a big ham
And he always wins in the end
Gets the better of Yosemite Sam

And you know this long eared galoot
Will be laughin’ hardily as he mugs
And just like that gangster Siegle
This hare he’s named Bugs

Yes sir like that nutty duck says
This hare is quite despicable
He gets the better of him and Sam
Leaves them in a pickle

And they’re not the only ones 
He gets the better of 
He does the same to this goofy feller
A feller named Elmer Fudd

Fudd might be huntin’ wabbitts
And Bugs will confuse his reason
convince him no time for wabbitts
Its really be duck season

And you know this long eared galoot
Will be laughin’ hardily as he mugs
And just like that gangster Siegle 
This hare he’s named Bugs

So now that I’m finished with you
Finished with all these jokes 
I'll quote that stuttering pig 
And say that’s-that’s-that’s  all folks  
Yes that’s-that’s-that’s all folks
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