The Ragtime Goblin Man (1913)

I'm gobbling many times around and softly I'm the rag I kill I know he'll follow me He'll catch me sure and then there'll be a rag I kill He fits tightly, highly, highly I can feel it red, who I can't do that?

He will take me, take me, make me You're a great man, you're a great man. Oh, where will I go? A godless man, a great godless man. Look out for the godless man. There's a red man, a godless man.

A sea of a catch, a deep body of his hand. There's just this godless man. A sail, a sail, a sail, a sail, a sail. A thing is I, a thing is I, a plane.

That's the only hope. It's the case if you seem to be lazy You run, run to the fantasy case From the rakes behind Goebbily man I'll try the idol to give you a ride The Scenic Rakes I'm dead Look out, look out You're killed himself Count them counts from the ranks Rakes, Rakes, Rakes, Rakes

Rakes of an event That rakes wild little Atlantic man That just is the gobily man

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