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Malted Milk

 I keep drinking malted milk, trying to drive my blues away.
 I keep drinking malted milk, trying to drive my blues away.
 Baby, you're just as welcome to my loving as the flowers is in 
 May. 

 Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushing to my head.
 Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushing to my head.
 And I have a funny, funny feeling and I'm talking all out my 
 head. 

 Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more 
 time.
 Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more 
 time.
 Keep on stirring my malted milk, mama, until I change my 
 mind. 

 My doorknob keeps on turning, there must be spooks around 
 my bed.
 My doorknob keeps on turning, there must be spooks around 
 my bed.
 And I have a funny, funny feeling and the hair's rising on my 
 head.