Don't call pretty Peggy
She can't hear you no more
Don't leave no message
'round her back door.
They say the old laughing lady She don't keep time
Been here before
She don't count score. You can't have a cupboard
You got to move
If there ain't no wall.
There's no time left to stall. Dropped by to call
They say the old laughing lady
She leaves nothing at all.
And when she leaves See the drunkard of the village
Falling on the street.
Can't tell his ankles From the rest of his feet.
He loves his old laughing lady
But his laughing lady's loving
Ain't the kind he can keep.
'cause her taste is so sweet. There's a fever on the freeway
Blacks out the night.
Just don't feel right
There's a slipping on the stairway And a flashing of light
And there's a rumbling in the bedroom
There's the old laughing lady
Everything is all right.
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