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It's Tragic 
It's Tragic 
You sigh, your teeth fall out, You speak and I smell sauerkraut, It's tragic; The bugs desert the bed, And run to nestle in your head, It's tragic. 
note: Here's one we sang in 1948. Some of you will be able to identify the original and think of a young Doris Day. 
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