[1st verse:]
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Alexander Johnson had a music ear
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He could whistle any tune he'd ever hear
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Couldn't sing or hum, he was good as dumb
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When it came to singing, but you bet he could whistle some
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Liza heard him whistling a ragtime air
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"Me for you," she whispered to him then and there
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Now he can't decline, be it rain or shine
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Liza keeps a-shouting all the time
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[Refrain:]
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Honey, whistle that whistling rag [whistle]
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Fill your lungs with that whistling drag
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Blessings upon the fairy who revealed my black canary
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Honey, I can't reply, just 'cause my lips are dry
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So, honey, whistle that whistling rag [whistle]
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That's the whistling rag
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[2nd verse:]
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Alexander whistled till he caught a cold
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Pretty soon the fever got a stranglehold
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Doctor shook his head, looked at him and said
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"Cut the whistle out," the doctor shouted, "And stay in bed"
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Liza heard the doctor and began to shout
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"Doctor, if you're goin' to cut the whistle out
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Won't you kindly wait e'er it's too late?
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Let me say before you operate"
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The Whistling Rag
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| Irving Berlin |
