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Hey, won't you come around?Hey, won't you come around?The pots are paste and the table is setThe turkey is basted, I wish you all would come downAll way downAll way downI know you like it when the milkman's only daughterFills his canisters with waterAnd just when he thinks he's got her, gets the slipHey, won't you come around?Hey, won't you come around?The pots are paste and the gravy is setThe turkey is basted, I wish you'd all come downAll way downAll way downI know you like it when the old maid and her pinersIn the three-stack ocean liners landThe fancy diamond miners get the slip From Letras Mania