Now I'll tell you a story 'bout a
Who started to rob a house.
He went to the window and crept in-
Just quietly as a mouse.
Thinking there'd be some money inside
Up under the bed he lay.
That burgler man got a scare that
That made his hair turn gray.
'Bout nine o'clock an old maid came in,
"I'm awfully tired", she said.
And thinking that everything was well,
Forgot to look under the bed.
She took out her teeth and her big glass
eye and the hair right off the top of her
That burglar man had nineteen cents
When he came from under the bed
From under the bed the burglar man came,
He was a total wreck.
The old maid didn't holler atall,
Just grabbed him around the neck.
From a drawer a revolver she drew,
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