Folks, now here's the story
'bout Minnie the Moocher,
She was a red-hot hootchie-cootcher,
She was the roughest, toughest frail,
But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale.
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following is simplified:]
Now, she messed around with a bloke named Smoky,
She loved him though he was cokie,
He took her down to Chinatown,
He showed her how to kick the gong around.
Now, she had a dream about the king of Sweden,
He gave her things that she was needin',
He gave her a home built of gold and steel,
A diamond car with a platinum wheel.
Now, he gave her his townhouse
and his racing horses,
Each meal she ate was a dozen courses;
She had a million dollars worth
of nickels and dimes,
And she sat around and counted
them all a billion times.
Poor Min, poor Min, poor Min.