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When I was just a young boy standing at my daddys' knee All the kids in our town use to come and tease me And all the kiddies say, That there's an ugly mug face like a dog and eyes like a bug only a momma could love that jug cause that there's an ugly mug And as I got older the world could plainly see that it wasn't getting any better that is my looks you see And all the kiddies say, That there's an ugly mug face like a dog and eyes like a bug only a momma could love that jug cause that there's an ugly mug And now as I think it over as the years have passed me by And I stand here before this mirror you know I can not lie That there's an ugly mug face like a dog and eyes like a bug only a momma could love that jug cause that there's an ugly mug
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