I've Got A Pain In My Sawdust

I've Got A Pain In My Sawdust
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Name	"I've Got A Pain In My Sawdust" by Mae Questel
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A little bisque doll and a little rag doll

And a dolly imported from France

Was seated one day on the shelf of the store

With a little doll who could wind up and sing

And all of a sudden the shop keeper heard a scream

That rang out through the store

And this was the plaint of the little bisque doll

That made an awful uproar

I've got a pain in my sawdust

That's what's the matter with me

Something is wrong with my little inside

I'm as sick as can be

Oh don't let me faint

Someone get me a fan

And someone please run for the medicine man

Everyone hurry as fast as you can

Cause I've got a pain in my sawdust

They took her way in a hospital van

And the whole town was filled with the blues

And everyone said it was quite an odd thing

And the papers all printed the news

The doctors looked wise and all shook their heads

And they asked her just where she was sick

I think it's appendix-sawdust, she exclaimed

And won't you please do something quick

Oh sad was the day for the little bisque doll

For they cut all her stitches away

And they looked for the seat of the terrible ache

For the delicate task they all played

Then they tried to re-stuff her

They didn't know how

And this was her wail as she cried

I've got a pain in my sawdust

That's what's the matter with me

Something is wrong with my little inside

I'm just as sick as can be

Don't let me faint, someone get me a fan

And someone please run for the medicine man

Everyone hurry as fast as you can...

Cause... I've... got... a... pain... in... my... sawdust...