[1st verse:]
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Mabel Brown came to town
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All dress'd up in her gingham gown
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And a ribbon in her hair
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In her eyes a vacant stare
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Joined a show, wrote her beau
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Mabel wanted to let him know
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She was earning, so to speak
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Twenty dollars a week
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Her beau came down to New York town
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To see his Mabel dear
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The minute that he saw her flat
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He whispered in her ear
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[Refrain:]
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How do you do it, Mabel, on twenty dollars a week?
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Tell us how you are able on twenty dollars a week
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A fancy flat and a diamond bar
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Twenty hats and a motor car
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Go right to it but how do you do it
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On twenty dollars a week?
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[2nd verse:]
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Mabel's beau couldn't go
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Hung around for a week or so
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Till he'd written on a pad
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All the things that Mabel had
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When he'd spent ev'ry cent
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Right to Mabel he quickly went
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For a small financial loan
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Then he started for home
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Each girl he met down home, you bet
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He told them all he saw
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Next day a mob were on the job
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At Mabel's flat to roar
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[2nd refrain:]
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How do you do it, Mabel, on twenty dollars a week?
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Tell us how you are able on twenty dollars a week
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We'd like to work in the chorus too
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Earn our twenty the same as you
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If we knew it, we'd willingly do it
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On twenty dollars a week
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How Do You Do It, Mabel, On Twenty Dollars A Week?
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| Irving Berlin |
