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Everybody knows that you love meMrs. Murphy couldn't sleep
Her nerves were slightly off the beat
Until she solved her problem
With a can of Ovaltine
She drank a cup full most every night
And oooh, how she would dream
Until something rough got in the stuff
And made her neighbors scream, "Ow!"
Who put the Benzadrine
in Mrs Murphy's Ovaltine?
Sure is a shame, don't know who's to blame
'Cause the old lady didn't even get his name
Where did she get that that stuff?
Now she just can't get enough
It might have been the man who wasn't there
Nah, Jack, that guy's a square!
'Cause it shows
But still you play the game
And we're both hurt
But who's to blame
Who's to blame
When the sun misses the light of the moon
And who's to blame
When the sun awakens the dreamer too soon