Popeye, me pal. Three years ago, we came tuh dis island tuh get away from dames. And we ain't seen one since. Dis is de life, pal.
You're right, Bluto, me pal. A woman's like an appendix. She's somethin' a man is bettuh off wit'out.
Yuh said it, pal. A dame's like a bottle of milk. If she hangs around long enough, She toins sour.
Lets Get lost
Words and Music by Frank Loesser
and Jimmy McHugh
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