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Half a pound of tupenny rice, Half a pund of trecale, Theat's the way the money goes, Pop goes the weasel, Up and down the city streets, In and out of the eagle, That's the way the money goes, Pop goes the weasel. Half a pound of heroin, Half a pound of trecale, That's the way the story goes, Out comes the evil! Feels so good, feels so bad. Feels so good, feels so bad. |