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

Did you come here for a pie,
Do forgive me if me a little vague
What is that? But you'd think we had the
From the way that keep avoiding, no, you don't

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 hardly them

are probably the worst pies in London
I know why nobody to take them
I should know, I them, but good? No
The pies in London
Even that's polite, the worst pies in
If you doubt it take a

Is that just, disgusting? You have to it
It's but crusting, here drink this, you'll need it
The worst pies in
And no wonder with the price of

What it is you get it
thought I'd live to see the day
Men'd think it was a treat, finding poor
What are in the street

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

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

Even harder than the pies in London
Only and nothing more
Is just revolting? All greasy and gritty?
It looks like it's and tastes like, well, pity
A woman with limited wind

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