Abie Baby - Galt MacDermot, Gerome Ragni, James Rado
    Yes, I's finished on y'all's farm land
    with yo' boll weevils and all,
    pluckin' y'all's chickens,
    fryin' mother's oats in grease.
    I's free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln,
    emancipator of the slaves.
    Yeah, yeah, yeah,
    emanci-motherfuckin-pator of the slaves.

    Four score and seven years ago
    Our forefathers
    Brought forth upon this continent a new nation
    Concieved in liberty, and dedicated to the one I love
    I mean dedicated to the proposition
    That all men, all men, all men
    Are created equal

    Happy birthday, Abie baby,
    Happy birthday to you
    Happy birthday, Abie baby,
    Happy birthday to you
    Bang!

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    Marco Giunco
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