One Meat Ball

Achoo!
A lotta folks sneeze or cough, and there are a lot of different coughs and a lotta different sneezes
Now, take, for instance, we have a chocolate cough that goes like this
It's really a sneeze—*hershey*
And then they have the inquisitive sneeze, it's like this—*who is she?*
Then we have the confession sneeze—*I choo*
That was very clever of you
I'd like to dedicate my first song that I sing to your head—I call it "One Meatball"
You'll excuse me, folks, if I light a cigarette, won't you?
It's so comforting to light a good cigarette, and it really relaxes you, makes you feel good
This job don't pay enough to be miserable
'Cause it's a good job, but I don't want a good job, I want some money
Speaking of foreign words, I want you to know my name is Redd Foxx
Spelled R-E-double D F-O-double cross—pronounced Redd Foxx
In Spanish, it's Zorro Rojo
In French, it's Renard Rouge
In Russian, Ain'tchavich Yousonofbitch
In Japanese, I Akagitsune
And for you others, Onbongy Bongalonga
Songs have no meaning to me tonight because my heart is just broken
After reading the papers this afternoon about the fella that went to the electric chair
See, he had been in death row five years, and he had 12 reprieves, him and another fella
They had been living next door to each other for five years and had had 12 reprieves a piece
And finally, this one fella that went, he lost his reprieve
And he was going down toward the door where they had the electric chair with the juice on
And he had lived next door to this fella, the only one he had to talk to for five years
And he looked back to say goodbye and his buddy looked and saw him leaving
He wanted to think of something to say to him and his heart swole up as big as a melon
His words choked in his throat
He couldn't think what to say to a pal that he wouldn't see anymore ever
And he looked down the hallway and said, "George, more power to ya"