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Yes, Mister Rogers
I am living in sin with your daughter
No, Mister Rogers
We do not have separate rooms
Mister Rogers, I guess you could use
One more scotch and water
Gee, Mister Rogers
Do you have to be leaving so soon?
No, Mister Rogers
I ain't found work, but I'm a-lookin'
I'm sure, Mister Rogers
You must have heard times are tight
Yes, Mister Rogers
She works and I do the cookin'
No, Mister Rogers
I won't step outside and fight
And I hope that Missus Rogers' cold gets better
Maybe she could phone sometime
Or write her daughter a letter
No, Mister Rogers
But thanks a lot for the offer
If she wanted a ring
I think I could buy one myself
But you see, we're both pleased
With the plain string of beads that I got her
So you see, Mister Rogers
Your daughter ain't going to hell
Yes, Mister Rogers
I'm livin' in sin with your daughter
No, Mister Rogers
We don't have separate rooms
Mister Rogers, I guess you could use
One more scotch and water
Gee, Mister Rogers
Do you have to be leaving so soon?
Gee, Mister Rogers
Do you have to be leaving so soon?