Moustache

A lady gets a lotta things

She gets a 20 carat ring

She gets the alimony too

She gets to look good in the nude

But there's one place where they've been whipped

Between the nose and upper lip

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One hundred hairs make a man

I tried a handlebar design

My Fu Manchu was real fine

My Ronald

Colman made 'em blink

My Pancho

Villa made 'em think

But when I trimmed 'em real small

My Jewish friends would never call

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One hundred hairs make a man

They call me sir, and that ain't bad

Sometimes they think that

I'm my Dad

And women flirt and you can bet

They like that tickle that they get

The only time

I feel bad

Is when the guess the lunch

I've had M-

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One hundred hairs make a man