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On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It is another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And he had a fine bat
To all who were disloyal to him, he'd go sprat sprat sprat
chairs up the hill to friendship.