Omaha, Nebraska Songtext
von Groucho Marx

A man sat by the fireplace
The fire it was out
It was out because the logs were soaking wet (were soaking wet)
He thought of days when he
Sat on his mother′s knee
Which by the way was also soaking wet (so soaking wet)
He then put on his coat and hat And grabbed a nearby cane
And to the good old fireplace
These words he did explain
There's a place called Omaha Nebraska
In the foothills of Tennessee
My sweetie told me that

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