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Where you going now, our Davey?
Don't be late now, our Davey.
And all his friends say "Why do you act that way?"
But all the boys say 'You coming out to play?'
And all the pretty girls they're singing,
la de da, de da de, da de da
Davey boy is such a pretty little boy,
But don't you think about your mother, all alone?
She's waiting for your call,
she's waiting, she's tired, she's bored.
So give her a call, a call!
(same)
He gets it all from his fathers blood,