It was down in Chinatown,
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All the cokies laid around,
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Some were high and some were mighty low;
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There were millions on the floor
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When a knock came on the door,
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And there stood old Smoky Joe.
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He was sweatin', cold and pale,
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He was lookin' for his frail,
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He was broke and all his junk ran out;
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Nobody made a sound,
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As he stood and looked around,
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And then you hear old Smoky shout:
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Saying, "Tell me where is Minnie?
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My poor Minnie!
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Has she been here,
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Kicking the gong around?"
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"If you don't know Minnie,
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She's tall and skinny,
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She gets her pleasure
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Kicking the gong around!"
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[Scat chorus]
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"Just tell her Smoky Joe
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Was here and had to go."
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And as he departed,
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The curtains parted,
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And there stood Minnie
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Kicking the gong around!
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Kickin' The Gong Around
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| Harold Arlen |
