  THE Johnny’s went away that got so brash; I let his blamed old satchel fall and smash When him and me was goin’ out the door; His razor and his brush rolled on the floor, Mixed with his nightshirt and some other trash. He’d just smiled back at her and raised his lid; I’d hate to get let down the way he did: She laughed, and all the rest let out a whoop— I never seen a guy so mad before; He got his things together with a swoop— I guess he’ll never be our guest no more. I s’pose I lost a tip, but I don’t care, I’d rather have the chance fer gettin’ square; What good is havin’ money, anyway, If havin’ it don’t keep you feelin’ gay Nor make you push your chest out in the air? I snuck away, out by the barber shop, And laughed so hard I couldn’t seem to stop: Mike says that every laugh you ever laugh Is something that you’re richer fer, and so I gained about eight dollars and a half— They called me down and nearly bounced me, though.
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