It's a sad day for all who came to see
The tumbling of Marguerite
We were fine until the singer died
We were fine until the singer died
She hit a high C and the house was being brought down
When a heel caught the bottom of her gown
We were fine until the singer died
We were fine until the singer died
GEORGE:
Marguerite I miss you
But I feel no pain
You knew me well
I'm like a bell
You gotta ring to get my heart to rain
But I remember how it used to be
The carnival, the wishing well
The lonely nights when you would say to me:
Hold on George
You're going to be a singer
Hold on George
The girls and I think your dish cleaning days are growing dimmer
It's the end of industry
for men like me
The vaccination of the nation
Has shut the gate and thrown away the key
Nobody cares about a grimacing man
I've loved and lost at such a cost
I wish I had my Marguerite again:
Hold on George
You're going to be a singer
Hold on George
The girls and I think your dish cleaning days are growing dimmer
Hold on George
You're going to be a singer
Hold on George
The girls and I think your dish cleaning days are growing dimmer

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