I met her on a corner in Duluth
(That’€™s the truth.)
She was tryin’€™ to fix her shoe in a telephone booth
(Her name was Ruth.)
She said she was just waiting for a bus
But I hid my thumb cause I knew just what she was,
And I ain’€™t gonna let no thumbsucker such my thumb.
It’€™ll drive you crazy and leave you deaf and dumb.
It’€™ll make you crawl and climb the wall
Leave you without no thumb at all.
So I ain’€™t gonna let no thumbsucker suck my thumb.
 
I’€™ll tell you what them thumbsuckers like to do.
They suck your thumb till it’€™s wrinkled like a prune
They’€™ll say you’€™ve got the sweetest thumb of all
But then they suck the thumb of the guy livin’€™ down the hall
That’€™s why I ain’€™t gonna let no thumbsucker suck my thumb
 
 
(etc. . . etc. . . until finally giving in.)

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