I hear tell there's a stranger in the Jones
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household
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(yes siree, yes siree)
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That's what I'm told
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I hear tell there's a new arrival six days old
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(yes siree, yes siree)
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Worth his weight in gold
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Come right in
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And meet the son
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Christening's done
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Time to have some fun
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(yes siree, yes siree, yes siree)
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Yes siree, yes siree
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It's a big holiday everywhere
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For the Jones family has a brand new heir
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He's the joy heaven sent
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And they proudly present
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Mister Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones
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When he grows up he never will stray
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With a name like the one that he's got today
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As he walks down the street folks will say
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"Pleased to meet,
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Mister Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones"
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What a smile and how he shows it
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He'll keep happy all day long
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What a name, I bet he knows it
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With that handle how can he go wrong?
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And the folks in the town all agree
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He'll be famous, as famous as he can be
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How can he be a dud or a stick in the mud
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When he's Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones?
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(yes siree, yes siree, yes siree)
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Cause he's Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones.
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F.D.R. Jones
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Ella Fitzgerald |