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MOTHER PLUCKER
( Keystone Cops bank robber funny story song lyrics )
Copyright © 2000 - mickterry.com

She had only lost a few good teeth,
but they all were right up front.
& her skin was like a wrinkly, leathery brown.
She was not all that inclined to speak,
but then, she could be quite blunt.
& she made it clear each time she came to town.

    They called her MOTHER PLUCKER
    'cause she'd lived out on a farm.
    But she was closer to Ma Barker than a hen.
    They cursed that MOTHER PLUCKER
    as they heard each new alarm.
    Gall dang! She's gone & robbed the bank again!

She would sometimes make a bank withdrawal,
but with insufficient funds,
with her old work glove wrapped 'round a forty-four.
She would then depart with all her haul
from whichever way she'd come,
disappearing just a few feet out the door.

    CHORUS

        Everyone knew just who she was.
        Everyone knew where she once lived.
        Yet still she was as slippery
        as a greased pig in a poke.
        Everyone knew just what she does.
        No one could find out where she hid.
        She turned the cops of Keystone
        into something of a joke.

Then one day she's gone, so goes the tale,
but just where nobody knew.
If the truth be known, you might be well-surprised
to discover, when all else has failed,
just what some folks just might do:
how an out-of-work young actor might survive.

    CHORUS

Now, it's been a while since I've been back
to go visit Keystone town.
& it's been a while since I've been poor & cold.
Now, my film career is right on track
with a lot more ups than downs.
& it's been a while since I've played women's roles.

    CHORUS

Copyright © 2000  MICK TERRY  Silent Tree Music  All rights reserved
[ Reprinted here by permission of the composer-lyricist ]   BMI
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