Mr. Barley Oats sucked the sweet, sweet sap
from the cane, from the cane
from his throat the sweet, sweet juice
went down the drain, down the drain.
Mr. Barley Oats sucked the sweet, sweet sap
from the cane, from the cane
but the sweet, sweet juice from the sugar stick
just gave him pain, gave him pain
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