(Grant Clarke and Irving Berlin)
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[1st verse:]
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I've got an uncle by the name of Jerry
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He's got a farm, a great big farm
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Two thousand acres of the very, very
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Best land in the whole United States
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He's got a reputation in the village
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Known as a dude, a gosh darn dude
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He would never do in New York City
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But in his home town
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[Refrain:]
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He's a devil, he's a devil
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He's a devil in his own home town
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On the level, on the level
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He's as funny as a clown
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He spends a five cent piece, thinks nothing of it
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His pants all creased, red vest above it
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And when it comes to women, oh! oh! oh! oh!
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He's a devil, he's a devil
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Telling stories in a groc'ry store
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On the level, on the level
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Has 'em rolling on the floor
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Down at the fair with all the other heckers
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He received first prize for playing checkers
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And he cheated
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Can you beat it?
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He's a devil in his own home town
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[2nd verse:]
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He's got an overcoat that's fine and furry
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Gold-headed cane that came from Spain
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They've even got him saying "I should worry"
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Just like all the sporty city folks
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You ought to see the way he spends his money
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He bought a box of hole-proof socks
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They would never do for New York City
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But in his home town
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He's A Devil In His Own Home Town
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| Irving Berlin |
