I would love to tour the Southland in a trav’ling minstrel show;
Yes, I’d love to tour the Southland in a trav’ling minstrel show.
Yes, I’m dying to be a star and make them laugh,
Sound just like the record on the phonograph.
Those days are gone forever, over a long time ago, oh, yeah.
I have never met Napoleon, but I plan to find the time;
I have never met Napoleon, but I plan to find the time.
‘Cause he looks so fine upon that hill;
They tell me he was lonely, he’s lonely still.
Those days are gone forever, over a long time ago, oh, yeah.
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I stepped up on the platform, a man gave me the news.
He said, «You must be joking son; where did you get those shoes?
Where did you get those shoes?»
Well, I seen him on the T.V., the movie show;
They say the times are changin’ but I just don’t know.
These things are gone forever, over a long time ago, oh, yeah.
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