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There is a sucker born every minute Each time the second hand sweeps to the top Like dandelions, up they pop Their ears so big, their eyes so wide And though I feed 'em bona fide baloney with no truth in it Why you can bet I'll find some rube to buy my corn 'Cause there's a sure-as-shooting sucker born a minute And I'm referring to the minute you was born Each blessed hour brings sixty of 'em Each time the wooden cuckoo shows his face Another sucker takes his place To plunks his quarter on the line and buy my brand of genuine Malarkey, God bless and love 'em! But don't feel sad or hopping mad or cause a scene 'Cause there's a sure-as-shooting sucker born a minute But, ma'am, you mighta been the minute in between If I allow that right here in my hand, the smallest living human man The sight of that is surely worth a dime If I present an educated pooch who's trained to dance the hoochie cooch What better way to waste a bit of time? If I imported monumental cost, a lady, fair, who's head was lost While crossing railroad tracks to pick some zinnias Who eats farina through a hose, and wears pink tights instead of clothes If that ain't worth a buck my name ain't Jinneas Letras de canciones Oh, you say that's hog wash, well, who cares? You'll buy my hog wash long as There's a sucker born every minute Each time the second hand sweeps to the top Like dandelions, up they pop Their ears so big, their eyes so wide And though I feed 'em bona fide baloney, just let me spin it And ain't no man who can resist me, wait and see 'Cause there's a sure-as-shooting sucker born a minute And, friends, the biggest one excluding none is me From Letras Mania