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It all began
When I was born
A month too soon
My Ma was frightened
By a runaway saloon
Pa was forced to be a hobo
Because he played the oboe
And the oboe it is clearly understood
Is an ill wind
That no one
Blows good
I'll never forget the morning
That grandpa ate the awning
To impress a pretty lady
Who went for men that were shady
Then my uncle Josia
Lit the Chicago fire
Ran of to Hawaii
With the O'leary cow
Which his loving wife resented
And there upon invented
A rolling pint
That strikes and then says "pow"
And I'm the result of the twisted eugenics
Of this family of inbred schizophrenics
The end of a long long line of bats
I design
Women's hats
I'm Anatole of Paris
I shriek with chic
My hat of the week
'Caused six divorces
3 runaway horses
I'm anatole of Paris
The hats I sell
Make husbands yell
"Is that a hat or a two room flat"
Let me get my paw
On a little piece of straw and Viola
A chapeau, at 60 bucks a throw
It's how I pull and chew on it
The little things I do on it
Like placing yards of lacing
Or a bicycle built for two
The little ones
The big ones
The sat on by a pig ones
The foolish ones that perch
And the ghoulish ones that lurch
The one called whiskey sour
Deisgned for the cocktail hour
A little snip
A potato chip
And a trifle of the Eiffel Tower
I'm Anatole of Paris
I must design
I'm just like wine
I go to your head
Give me a thread and a needle
I itch, I twitch to stitch
I'm a glutton for cutting
For putting with a button
To snip and puck
Nip and tuck
Fix and trim
Plan the brim
Tote that barge
Lift that bail
And why do I sew
Each new chapeau
With a style they most look positively grim in
Strictly between us
Entre-nous
I hate women
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