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A man named William Morgan took his girl out to a play,
And on the journey homeward, they stopped into a cafe.
As soon as they were seated, Liza grabbed the bill of fare,
She called the waiter and she ordered everything t'was there.
Bill says, "I know you're hungry, girl, and I don't like to squeal,
But who do you suppose is going to pay for such a meal?
You may have known me pretty long, but you sure have got my initials wrong;
My name is Morgan, but it ain't J. P."
"My name is Morgan, but it ain't J. P.
There is no bank on Wall Street that belongs to me.
You may have known me pretty long,
But you sure have got my initials wrong;
My name is Morgan, but it ain't J. P."
Well Bill, he married Liza, thinking he could change her ways,
But what she did to William, I am most ashamed to say.
Whenever she'd go shopping, she'd buy everything she'd see,
And what she couldn't pay for, she'd have sent home COD.
One day six big delivery wagons back up to Bill's door,
They asked him to accept the goods while they went back for more;
It didn't take Bill very long to grab his hat and coat,
When Liza she returned that night, she found this little note, it said:
"My name is Morgan, but it ain't J. P.
You must think I own a railroad company.
You may have known me pretty long,
But you sure have got my initials wrong;
My name is Morgan, but it ain't J. P.
My name is Morgan, but it ain't J. P.
There is no Pittsburgh steel mill that belongs to me.
You may have known me pretty long,
But you sure have got my initials wrong;
My name is Morgan, but it ain't J. P."
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