Met my baby downtown for a plate of slop chewy,
The chicken was divine, and the duck was gooey;
Down in the alley at Screwy Louie's,
Where the tea is hot and the slop am chewy.
The waiters are all mental,
And the soup is always wanton;
They don't serve beans or lentils,
But the chow is yuk,
and it only costs a buck,
Down at Screwy Louie's,
Slop chewy, it'll do ye.
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