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Wait, your rush? What's your hurry?
You me such a fright, I thought you was a ghost
Half a can't you sit? Sit you down, sit
All I is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks

Did you come for a pie, sir?
Do me if me head's a little vague
What is But you'd think we had the plague
From the way that people keep avoiding, no, you

knows I try, sir
But there's no one in even to inhale
you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
Mind you I can blame them

These are probably the worst in London
I know why nobody cares to them
I should know, I make them, but No
The pies in London
Even polite, the worst pies in London
If you it take a bite

Is that just, You have to concede it
nothing but crusting, here drink this, you'll need it
The worst in London
And no wonder with the of meat

What it is you get it
Never I'd live to see the day
Men'd think it was a treat, finding poor
What are dying in the

Mrs. Mooney has a pie
Does a business, but I notice weird
Lately all her neighbors cats have
Have to hand it to her, I calls enterprise
Popping pussies pies

Wouldn't do in my
Just the thought of it's enough to make you
And I'm telling you them pussycats is
No times is hard, sir

Even than the worst pies in London
Only and nothing more
Is that just revolting? All greasy and
It looks like it's molting and tastes like, well,
A alone with limited wind

And the worst pies in
Sir, is hard, times is hard