.When Stephen Foster died in a flop-house on the Bowery
His worn-out wallet held just a quarter and a dime
But the crocodiles, they have to eat, the crocodiles have to eat
He smashed his head on the sink in the bitter fever of gin
A wildebeest gone crazy with thirst pulled down a.
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