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       My name is Meg, and it is for money that I need to beg.

       Yeah honey, I'm sorry to make a fuss.

       I am sorry to holler.

       But, I have something I need to collar.

       I need money for a bus in the amoumt of two dollars.

      

       Springfield.



       If the money you give, a happy life we will both live.

       This deal, we will be through.

       My ills will heal.

       You will feel

       It would be a nice thing to do.



        Springfield.



       I'm sorry to cry.

       If you ask why, I will tell you why.

       I need to make like a bunny and hop.

       To Springfield, which is my stop.

       Yes, that is what I need to do.  

  

       Springfield.



       Where does the bus line form?

       Springfield, where I can be warm.

       If I stay here, it will be like a college dorm.

       I need to get on the road, or I am going to explode.

       When I arrive it will be like striking gold.

      

       Springfield.



       It will be like winning on the show, Lets Make A Deal.

       It will really make feel alive.

       It will really make me thrive.

       If I do not get there, I will not.

       I am really feeling hot.

       No, Trying to get there, I will never stop.

       It is the place I really want to go.

      

       Springfield.



  Honey, this is not funny.

  No, on tonight, on this ground, I do not want to be around.

  There is where I want to be found.

  Staying here, gives me a fright.

  Waking up to this city would be a terrible sight.

  Getting there about, I really care.

  I will give a happy shout.

  I need to get the Greyhound.

  I need to get out of the cold; it makes me feel old.