Lyrics:
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juice head. juice head. juice head. juice head. juice head. juice head.

Stagolee was a bad man, Ev'rybody knows. Spent one hundred dollars Just to buy him a suit of dothes. He was a bad man That mean old Stagolee Stagolee

chorus: Stagolee, Stagolee, he's the meanest man in town When that boy starts gamblin', better lay your money down Down in New Orleans where they got

Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree Every time you'd pass me by you'd take a bite of me I wish I was a bluebird I'd never fly away I'd sit up on

Mister frog went a-courting and he did ride Uh-hmm, Uh-hmm Mister frog went a-courting and he did ride A sword and pistol by his side Uh-hmm, Uh-hmm.

Well, I'm tired and so weary but I must go along, Till the Lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh, yes, And the mornin's so bright and the lamb is the

You know I rowed a little boat, five miles 'cross the pond You know I rowed a little boat, 'bout five miles 'cross the pond I throwed my things in the

Down in a willow garden Where me and my love did meet, 'Twas there we sat a courting My love dropped off to sleep. I had a bottle of the Burglar's wine

When I first came to town They called me the roving jewel Now they've changed their tune They call me Katy Cruel Oh diddle day, oh diddle lie o day