Me and my mini,
Strolling down the avenue,
Me and my mini,
Not a soul to tell our troubles to . . .
And when it’s twelve o’clock,
We climb the stair,
We never knock,
For nobody’s there . . .
Just me and my mini,
All alone and feelin’ blue . . .
And when it’s twelve o’clock,
We climb the stair,
We never knock,
For nobody’s there . . .
Just me and my mini,
All alone and feelin’ blue . . .
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Also acceptable, though slightly more obscure.
