Don't call pretty Peggy, she can't hear you no more,
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Don't leave no message, round her back door,
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They say the old laughing lady, been here before,
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She don't keep time, she don't count score,
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You can't have a cupboard, if there ain't no walls,
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You got to move, there's no time left to stall,
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They say the old laughing lady, dropped by to call,
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And when she leaves, she leaves nothing at all,
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See the drunkard of the village, falling on the street,
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Can't tell his ankles, from the rest of his feet,
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He loves his old laughing lady, cause her taste is so sweet,
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But the laughing lady's loving ain't the kind he can keep,
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There's a fever on the freeway, blacks out tonight,
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There's a slipping on the stairway, that don't feel right,
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There's a rumbling in the bedroom, a flashing of light,
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There's the old laughing lady, everything is all right,
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There's the old laughing lady, everything is all right
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The Old Laughing Lady
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