| Album notes by FZ
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| The 1988 road band self-destructed before U.S. audiences in the South, Midwest and West could hear it perform. It was, however, heard and appreciated by East Coast and European audiences during its brief existence (four months of rehearsal in 1987/88, followed by a tour, February through June 1988), and it is from those performances that this compilation has been made.
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| The collection features big-band arrangements of concert favorites and obscure album cuts, along with deranged versions of cover tunes and a few premiere recordings.
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| In a world where most of the “big groups” go on stage and pretend to sing and play, we proudly present this quaint little audio artifact. Yes, once upon a time, live musicians actually sang and played this. All material contained herein is 100% live, and there are no overdubs of any kind.
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Hello! Boy, got y’all JAMMED in here, don’t dey? What’s that say? “Thanks for coming, what’s the secret word for tonight? Your buddies Dirk, Tom and Tommy”. OK, alright, guys, you’re looking for another secret word? The secret word for tonight is “RING OF FIRE”! Let me try an’ explain this to you, folks: this afternoon at the hotel I was introduced for the first time to Johnny Cash, and Johnny was going to come to the concert tonight, and he was going to sing with us. Unfortunately his wife got sick so he can’t come tonight, BUT this afternoon we actually learned how to play a reggae version of “Ring of fire” and we’ve been trying to decide whether or not we oughta play it even if Johnny’s not gonna sing it. Now, maybe you can help us t’decide. How many people would like to hear “Ring of fire” if Johnny is not going to sing it?
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| How many people DON’T want to hear “Ring of fire”?
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| I think most people want to hear “Ring of fire”. OK, here it comes, folks.
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| Love is a burning thing
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| That’s right
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| And it leaves a fiery ring
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| That’s a firey ring
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| I was captured by pure desire
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| That’s right
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| I fell into a ring of fire
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| Ow! Ow! Ow!
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| I fell into a burning ring of fire
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| I fell down, down, down
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| And the flames licked up higher
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| And it burns, burns, burns
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| That ring of fire
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| Ow!
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| That ring of fire
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| “It’s hot”
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| Love
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| “It’s hot”
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| Is a burning thing
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| (That’s right, it’s the same verse again)
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| And it makes a fiery ring
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| (It’s one way of learning English)
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| [Senator Hawkins] Pyromania
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| I was captured by pure desire
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| Pure desire
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| I fell into that burning ring of fire
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| Ow! Ow! Ow!
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| I fell into that burning ring of fire
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| (Johnny’ll never know what he missed)
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| I fell down, down, down
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| And those flames licked up higher
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| And it burns, burns, burns
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| That ring of fire
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| That ring of fire
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| That ring of fire
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| That ring of fire
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| That ring of fire
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| [FZ] The mystery man came over
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| An’ he said: “I’m outasite”
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| He said for a nominal service charge
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| I could reach Nervonna t’nite
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| If I was ready, willing an’ able ▶
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| To pay him his regular fee
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| He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs
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| And devote his attention to me
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| But I said:
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| “Look here, brother, who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
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| Now, who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris, anyhow?
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| Look here, brother, don’t you waste your time on me”
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| The mystery man got nervous
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| An’ he fidget around a bit
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| He reached in the pocket of his mystery robe
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| An’ he whipped out a shaving kit
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| Now, I thought it was a razor
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| An’ a can of foamin’ goo
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| But he told me right then when the top popped open
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| There was nothin’ his box won’t do
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| With the oil of Hi-yo, Silver
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| An’ the dust of the Grand Wazoo ▶
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| He said: “You might not believe this, little fella, but it’ll cure that ring of fire for you too!”
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| An’ I said:
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| “Look here, brother, who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
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| Now, what kind of a geroo are you anyway?
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| Look here, brother, don’t you waste your time on me”
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| [Instrumental]
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| “I’ve got troubles of my own” I said
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| “An’ you can’t help me out
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| So take your meditations an’ your preparations
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| An’ cram it up yer snout”
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| “BUT I GOT A RING OF FIRE!”
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| He said, an’… an’ held it on up to the light
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| So I snatched it all away from him
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| “It’s hot”
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| An’ then told him how I’ll wipe it right
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| I wrapped a newspaper ‘round my head
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| So I’d look like I was Deep
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| I said some mumbo jumbos then
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| I told him he was goin’ to sleep
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| I robbed his rings an’ his pocket watch
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| An’ everything else I found
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| I had that sucker hypnotized
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| He couldn’t even make a sound
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| I proceeded to tell him his future then
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| As long as he was hanging around
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| I said: “The price of meat has just gone up
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| An’ yo’ ring of fire have just gone down…”
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| Look here, Johnny, who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
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| Now, exactly what kind of a ring of fire are we talking about here tonight?
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| Don’t you know? You could get better results with Anusol
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| So don’t you waste your time on me
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| Don’t Sri Chin— don’t Sri Chinmoy on me
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| Oh Annie, oh Annie, oh An-yoo-sol!
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| [FZ] Find her finer, sneak up behind her
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| Wrapped like a mummy till you finally unwind her
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| Find her blinder, see who designed her
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| Act like a dummy till you finally grind her
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| If you should see a girl on the street
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| Now, maybe you might think she is sweet
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| But if you want a piece of the meat
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| Now, really, what should you do?
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| Rat-tat-tat-tat ta-da
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| Don’t never let her know you are smart
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| The universe is nowhere to start
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| You gotta play it straight from the heart
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| Or she’ll go doody on you
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| That’s why you gotta…
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| Find her finer, sneak up behind her
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| Wrapped like a mud shark ▶ till you finally unwind her
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| Find her blinder, see who designed her
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| Act like a dummy till you finally grind her
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| Now, maybe you might think I am rude
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| And maybe you might think that mud shark is crude
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| And maybe this approach I have spewed
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| Is not the one for you
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| Rat-tat-tat-tat ta-da
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| But believe me later on you’ll gonna find
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| As you impress her with your mind
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| That you would just be left behind
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| For a wiser fool
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| So you might as well…
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| Find her finer, sneak up behind her
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| Wrapped like a mummy till you finally unwind her
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| Find her blinder, see who designed her
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| Act like a dummy till you finally grind her
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| Find her finer, sneak up behind her
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| Wrapped like a mummy till you finally unwind her
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| Find her blinder, see who designed her
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| Act like a dummy till you finally grind her
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| [Mike Keneally] What’s there to live for?
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| Who needs the Peace Corps?
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| Think I’ll just drop out
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| I’ll go to Frisco, buy a wig & sleep on Owsley’s floor
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| Walked past the wig store
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| Danced at the Fillmore
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| I’m completely stoned
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| I’m hippy & I’m trippy, I’m a gypsy on my own
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| I’ll stay a week & get the crabs & take a bus back home
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| I’m really just a phony but forgive me ‘cause I’m stoned
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| [FZ] Every town must have a place where phony hippies meet
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| (Hey, dude!)
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| Psychedelic dungeons popping up on every street
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| GO TO SAN FRANCISCO!
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| How I love ya, how I love ya, how I love ya, how I love ya, Frisco!
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| How I love ya, how I love ya, how I love ya, how I love ya, oh, my hair is getting good in the back! ▶
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| Every town must have a place where phony hippies meet
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| (Hey, dude!)
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| Psychedelic dungeons popping up on every street
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| GO TO SAN FRANCISCO!
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| (Oh, jump, Johnny!)
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| [Mike Keneally] Hotcha!
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| First I’ll buy some beads
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| And then perhaps a leather band to go around my head
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| Some feathers and bells
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| And a book of Indian lore
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| I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce how to get to Haight Street and smoke an awful lot of dope
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| I will wander around barefoot
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| You know, I’ll have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
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| I will love everyone
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| I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street
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| (Freeze, hippy!)
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| I will sleep
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| (Yes?)
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| I will go to a house, that’s… that’s what I will do, I will go to a house
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| Where there’s a rock & roll band because the groups all live together
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| (HEEEERE’S JOHNNY!)
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| Ha ha ha ha! I will stay… I will join a rock & roll and I’ll be their road manager
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| And I’ll stay there with them and I will get the crabs but I won’t care
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| Because…
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| I left my heart way down in San Francisco
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| One more time for our men in uniform
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| Moo moo moo moo
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| Moo-moo moo-moo-moo
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| Me mee-nee mee-nee moo-moo
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| Later that night…
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| Three hundred years ago
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| Ay!
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| I thought I might get some sleep
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| I stretched myself out onna antique bed
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| An’ my spirit did a ✄ midnite creep
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| You know I’ll never sleep no more
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| It seem to me that it just ain’t wise
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| Didja ever wake up in the mornin’
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| With a zomby woof behind your eyes?
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| Ay!
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| I am the zomby woof
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| I’m that creature all the ladies been talkin’ about
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| I am the zomby woof
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| They all seek for shelter when I come chargin’ out
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| I’m tellin’ you all the zomby troof
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| Here I’m is, the zomby woof
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| Tellin’ you all the zomby troof
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| Here I’m is…
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| Reety-awrighty, he da zomby woof
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| Reety-awrighty, he da zomby woof
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| They said awreety
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| An’ they was awrighty
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| An’ I was a zomby for you, little lady…
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| [Instrumental]
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| I got a great big pointed fang
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| Which is my zomby toof
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| My right foot’s bigger than my other one is
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| Like a reg’lar Buxton hoof
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| If I raid your dormitorium
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| Don’t try to remain aloof…
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| I might snatch you up screamin’ through the window all nekkid
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| An’ do it to you up on the roof, don’t mess with the zomby woof
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| I am about as evil as a boogie man can be!
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| Tellin’ you all the zomby troof
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| Here I’m is, the zomby woof
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| Tellin’ you all the zomby troof
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| Here I’m is, the zomby woof
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| Eat your greens, don’t forget your beans & celery
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| Don’t forget to bring your fake I.D. ▶
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| Eat a bunch of these magnificent
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| With sauerkraut
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| Sauerkraut
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| Eat a grape, a fig, a crumpet too…
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| You’ll pump ‘em right through
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| Doo-wee-ooo
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| [Instrumental]
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| Eat your shoes, don’t forget the strings and sox
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| You can eat the box you bought ‘em in
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| Even eat the truck that brought ‘em in
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| Garbage truck
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| Mmmmmmmmmmmmouldy
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| Garbage truck
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| Eat the truck & driver and his gloves
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| Nutritiousness!
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| Deliciousness!
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| Worthlessness!
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| One more soup for the world now!
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| [Instrumental]
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| ✄ Isn’t it romantic?
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| [Instrumental]
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| Ah-oh-oh-oh ah-oh-oh-oh ah-oh-oh-oh oh-oh
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Sou-oup
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| Sou-ou-oup
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| La-la la-la la-la la-la
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| Lo-la lo-la lo-la
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| She was the daughter of a wealthy Florentine Pogen
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| Sou-oup
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| “Read ‘em an’ weep” was her adjustable slogan
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| She was a debutante daisy with a color-note organ
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| Deep in the street she drove a ‘59 Morgan
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| WOO-LAH!
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| That’s the kinda step she takes when her hot breaks, hot brakes
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| That’s the kinda sound she makes (Ooh, let me go) when her crab cakes
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| (Arf arf arf)
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| She didn’t like it when her fan belt shrunk & got shorter
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| (Ointment)
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| Battery leaks could nearly cost her a quarter
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| She didn’t want to go home an’ watch the pestle go mortar
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| Later she speaks on how Perellis might court her
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| Na-na-na na-na-hoo
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| Na-na-na na-na-hoo
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| Na-na-na na-na-soup
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| Na-na-na na-na-soup
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| She was the daughter (ah-ah-ahhh) of a wealthy Florentine Pogen
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| Po-oh
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| Wo-oh-oh
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| Po-oh
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| Wo-oh-oh
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| Po-oh
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| Wo-oh-oh
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| Ga-ya-ee-annnn
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| Read ‘em an’ weep
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| Take a booger home with you to…
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| Read ‘em an’ weep
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| Take a booger home with you to…
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| Read ‘em an’ weep
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| Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
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| Ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-hah
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| Ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-hah
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| Chester’s go-rilla
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| She go oink
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| Chester’s go-rilla
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| She go quack
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| Chester’s go-rilla
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| She go moo
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| Chester’s go-rilla
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| She go hratche-plche hratche-plche
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| [Instrumental]
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| Is there anything good inside of you? If there is, I really wanna know
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| Is there anything good inside of you?
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| If there is, I really wanna…
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| Know
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| Is there anything…
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| Good inside of you? If there is, I really wanna…
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| Know
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| Is there?
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| Is there anything good inside of you?
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| If there is, I really wanna know
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| Is there anything good inside of you?
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| If there is, I really wanna know, really wanna know
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| Something
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| Anything
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| Something
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| Anything
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| Show me a sign, if you don’t mind
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| Show me a sign, if you don’t mind
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| Show me a sign, if you don’t mind
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| Show me a sign, if you don’t mind
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| [Instrumental]
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| Do you know what I’m really telling you?
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| Is it something that you can understand?
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| Do you know what I’m really telling you?
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| Is it something that you can understand?
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| Do you know what I’m really telling you?
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| Is it something that you can understand?
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| Do you know what I’m really telling you?
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| Is it something that you can understand?
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| Andy de vine (de vine)
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| Had a thong rind (rind)
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| It was sublime (sublime)
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| But the wrong kind
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| Andy de vine (de vine)
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| Had a thong rind (rind)
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| It was sublime (sublime)
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| But the wrong kind
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| Have I aligned
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| With a blown mind?
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| Wasted my time
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| On a drawn blind?
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| Have I aligned
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| With a blown mind?
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| Wasted my time
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| On a drawn blind?
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| Oh, Andy…
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| Andy
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| Andy, Andy
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| A thong rind
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| It was sublime, now y’all
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| The wrong kind
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| Yeah-hah-hah-hah
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| Big line!
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| Andy, Andy, Andy
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| [Instrumental]
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| Did a vehicle come from somewhere out there
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| Just to land in the Andes?
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| Was it round and did it have a motor
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| Or was it something different?
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✄ Stayin’ alive
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Ah ah ah ah
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| Mother Mary and Jozuf!
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| Did a vehicle
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| Did a vehicle, did a vehicle
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| Fly along the mountains
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| And find a place to park itself?
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| Park it… se-e-e-elf
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| PARK IT, PARK IT
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| Or did someone build a place
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| To leave a space
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| For such a thing to land?
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| [Instrumental]
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| Did a vehicle come from somewhere out there? Did a vehicle come
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| Come from somewhere out there? Did the Indians, first on the bill, carve up the hill?
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| [Instrumental]
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| Guacamole Queen, Guacamole Queen, Guacamole Queen
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| Her fire
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| (Thank you! Ha ha ha ha!)
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| ON BRUCE
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| ON BRUCE
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| Ah-ah
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| THAT’S BRUCE
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| [Ike Willis] Purple haze, all in my brain
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| Well, lately things they just doesn’t seem the same
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| Oh, I actin’ funny and I doesn’t know why
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| Excuse me while I kiss this guy
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| Purple haze, all around
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| Don’t know if I goin’ up or down
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| Am I happy or in misery
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| Whatever is this doll put a spell on me
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| Hit me
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| Smash me
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| Listen here!
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Ike Willis] Purple haze, all in my eyes
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| Don’t know if it’s day or night
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| You got me goin’ and you blew my mind
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| Tomorrow or just the end of time
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| Isaac Hayes
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| Gabby Hayes
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| Willie Mays
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| Helen Hayes
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| Speakin’ of Helen
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| Well, it’s gettin’ near dark
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| When the lights be closin’ your tired little eyes
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| I’ll soon be with you, my love
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| And give you that potato-headed ▶ surprise
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| Stay with you darlin’
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| Soon
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| I’ll stay with you till all o’ ‘em stars start to fallin’
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| And fallin’
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| Ah, I’ve been waiting so long
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| Ayyy! A-ha!
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| Oh to be where I’m goin’
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| Arriba! Arriba! Ay!
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| In the sunshine of your love
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| You hold down just a second, there
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| You leather-faced metal freak
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| And you potato-headed whatchamacallit! ▶
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| You talkin’ to us now, son?
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| Yeah, you bet I’m talkin’ to you
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| I got something to say right here
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| Ain’t you the Man in Black?
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| Just get yourself ready
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| It’s getting near dark
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| The light’s shinin’ through on you
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| I’ll soon be with you, my love
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| Whom love?
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| It’s the morning and just we two
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| I’ll be with you, darling, soon
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| I’ll be with ya when the sea’s all dried up!
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| The seas?
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| The seas
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| You’re talkin’ dried up?
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| I’ll seize ya, buddy
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| Oh! Wait a minute here! You shit-kicker!
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| I said
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| I been waiting so long
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| To be where I’m going
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| Andale! Andale! Anda!
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| In the sunshine of your love!
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| [Andrew West] Thank you very much, Mr. Zappa
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| Ah, I’m very pleased to be here on behalf of the Administration, the most powerful government in the world. And uh… Mr. Fitzwater invited me to come here tonight to create some balance, because there has been some things done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
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| I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this LINGERIE up here, and MAKIN’ FUN OF CHILDREN’S TOYS, as a beginning, if this is what he has in mind, I think he’s wrong.
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| It’s people like Mr. Frank Zappa that kept the Senate from being able to send ARMS to the DEMOCRATIC FREEDOM FIGHTERS in Nicaragua! And I, for one, am headin’ down there myself, as soon as I finish up here tonight.
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| And I want the elected official, Mr. Charlie Sanders the Democrat, to remember that “Democrat” begins with the “D”, just like “DEMON”! And we’ll remember you, friend, when it comes votin’ TIME. And Margaret Boyd and Carmen Bellacord, despite his foreign name, did some help to back some things up.
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| Friends, these forms cost money. And… And this money could be GOING towards a more POWERFUL MILITARY; this money could be going towards driving out the illegal aliens. And instead, Mr. Zappa wants to have a bunch of young, uninformed 18 to 21-year-olds votin’ here, and spendin’ your money.
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| And I just want you to know that tonight, I LOVE him anyway. Because I’ve got LOVE in my heart, and I’m not afraid of the fact that he’s turned this into some kind of ZOO up here.
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| Sunday… (that’s not fair, Mr. Zappa) SUNDAY NIGHT USED TO BE A NIGHT IN WHICH AMERICANS WOULD GET TOGETHER. THEY’D GO TO THEIR PLACE OF WORSHIP, AND THEY WOULD SHARE. AND I DON’T KNOW WHY, ON THIS NIGHT WHICH IS SUPPOSED TO BE VALENTINE’S NIGHT, THERE AREN’T MORE PEOPLE THAT HAVE A HEART, THAT HAVE A LOVE AFFAIR WITH AMERICA. BUT INSTEAD, THEY’RE HERE ON SUNDAY NIGHT, WORSHIPPING THIS MAN WHO’S DEMON-POSSESSED!
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| I ASK YOU, MR. FRANK ZAPPA, WHAT KIND OF MAN CAN NAME A CHILD “MOON UNIT”? WHAT KIND OF MAN CAN NAME A CHILD “WEASEL”? WHAT KIND OF MAN CAN NAME A CHILD “OMEN”? To me, it defies the logic.
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| And I’m comin’ here tonight because I want to share with him, just the same way we’re going to give SPIRIT POWER to the democratic freedom fighters down there, our brothers that wanna have the freedom to be able to have a man like Pat Robertson, to have a man like Mr. Dole, RESTORE AMERICA!
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| And I’m gonna ask the power and the joy of the power of the living king of kings. And a lot of you here, you smut-minded, musical people say: “King of kings? That must be Elvis”.
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| Now I’m gonna ask for the power, I’m gonna ask for the glory
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| I’m gonna now, I’m gonna tell you a story
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| I’m gonna drive out the demons, friends
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| I’m gonna ask you help this badness end
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| Come on, Frank, let’s have a story
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| Come on there an’ share the glory
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| Do you feel the power? Come on, put out the negativity.
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| [FZ] Flies all green an’ buzzin’ in his dungeon of despair
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| Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
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| A tiny little light from a window hole a hundred yards away
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| Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day
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| An’ it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin’ an’ weepin’ greenish drops
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| In the room where the giant fire puffer works an’ the torture never stops
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| The torture never stops
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| The torture…
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| The torture…
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| The torture never stops
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| Slime an’ rot an’ rats an’ snot an’ vomit on the floor
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| Fifty ugly lookin’ soldiers, man, holdin’ spears by the iron door
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| Knives an’ spikes an’ guns and the likes of every tool of pain
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| An’ a sinister little midget with a bucket an’ a mop…
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| A sinister little midget with a bucket an’ a mop…
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| A sinister little midget with a bucket an’ a mop where the blood goes down the drain
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| An’ it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin’ an’ weepin’ greenish drops
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| In the room where the giant fire puffer works an’ the torture never stops
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| The torture never stops
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| The torture…
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| The torture…
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| The torture never stops
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| [Ike Willis] Flies all green an’ buzzin’ in his dungeon of despair
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| An Evil Prince eats a steamin’ pig in a chamber right near there
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| He eats the snouts an’ the trotters first
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| The loins an’ groins are soon dispersed
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| His carvin’ style is well rehearsed
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| He stands and shouts:
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| “All men be cursed”
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| [FZ] “ALL MEN BE…”
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| “ALL MEN BE…”
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| “ALL MEN BE…”
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| “All the men be cursed”
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| Uh-oh!
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| And disagree (yeah, disagree) well, no-one durst (yeah, no-one dare)
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| He’s the best of course of all the worst
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| He’s the best of course of all the worst
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| Some wrong a-been a-done…
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| Work out, Bob
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| Aaargh!
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| Wanna buy some cave paintings, Bob? ▶
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| Some wrong a-been a-done (some wrong) he done it first
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| Some wrong been done, he done it
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| An’ he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin’ an’ weepin’ greenish drops
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| In the night of the iron sausage where the torture never stops
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| The torture never stops
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| The torture…
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| The torture…
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| The torture never stops
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| [FZ] And speaking of torture, how about this ugly son of a bitch?
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] My name is Swaggart, I am an asshole
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| All my friends they call me “Jim”
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| Hi, Jim!
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| I’m from Louisiana, I make lots of money
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| But I fucked up and committed a sin
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| Come out here to Californy
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| Just to find me some pretty girls
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| No shit!
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| The one I seen gets me so horny
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| Ruby lips an’ teeth like pearls
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| Wanna love ‘em all, in the name of Jesus
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| Wanna pretty girl, I’ll even pay
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| I’ll buy ‘em furs, I’ll buy ‘em jewelry
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| I’ll never fuck them, here’s what I say:
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| I’m lonesome cowboy Jim
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| (Speakin’ atcha!)
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| I only give ‘em the tips of him
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| (Posin’ atcha!)
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| My cowboy pants
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| My cowboy dance
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| My bold advance
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| On this here prostitute
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| Yodel-oh-oo-pee-hey!
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| Yodel-oh-oo-pee!
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| He’s lonesome cowboy Jim
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| Look at the tip of him!
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| Come on in this place an’ I’ll buy you a taste
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| You can sit on my face, where’s my prostitute / waitress?
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| Swaggart, Swaggart redneck
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| (Thank you!)
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| Swaggart, Swaggart redneck
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| Yessir!
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| I’m an awful nice guy (So you say) I sweat all day in the sun (Oh yeah, yeah)
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| I’m a preacher by trade, quite a bundle like me
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| And I’m a feature ol’ […] son of a gun!
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| He’s a unionized roofin’ old son of a gun!
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| Fill in the blank!
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| When I get off, I get…
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| When I get off, I get…
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| When… ✄ I… I… I… I…
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| And then, ✄ Sharkey says…
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| When… I get off… (Pfft!)
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| I get sinful
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| (Just the tip! Only the tip now, come on)
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| I spoo
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| Till I goo
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| On the rug
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| Then I find me
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| Some 1895 Luiann— Louisiana style prostitute
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| And make her do pornographic stunts while I watch
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| And I have
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| So much fun
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| Jay-zus! Jay-zus!
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| Pornographic stunts and I have so much fun
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| (What?)
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| I huff
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| And I puff
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| Hratche-plche hratche-plche
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| And I pump up my sanctified erection
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| Till my cheeks
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| Puff up
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| An’ turn red
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| Say, varmint!
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| Along with my neck
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| I drool
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| On my shirt
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| Takes a little while before I squirt
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| But I’ve been doin’ it for twenty years and they haven’t caught me yet
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| UH-OH!
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| Made a mistake this time!
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| Now I’ve sinned
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| Everybody!
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| (What an asshole!)
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| Made a mistake and I sinned, UH!
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| Made a mistake and I sinned, OW!
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| Made a mistake and I sinned, WHAT?
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| Made a mistake and I sinned
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| Lonesome cowboy Jim
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| (Sinnin’ atcha!)
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| Come smell this fringe-y shirt
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| (Grinnin’ atcha!)
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| My cowboy pants
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| My cowboy dance
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| My bold advance
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| On this here prostitute
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| Yodel-oh-oo-pee-hey!
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| Yodel-oh-oo-pee!
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| HE’S LONESOME COWBOY JIM / SCOTT BOO-HOO-HOO-HOO
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| Don’t you dare to laugh at him / Swat
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| (Oh, tune me in now)
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| Come on in this place an’ I’ll buy you a taste
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| An’ you can sit on my face, where’s my prostitute?
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| OPAL, YOU HOT LITTLE BITCH!
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Flies all green an’ buzzin’ in his dungeon of despair
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| Who are all those people that is locked away down there?
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| Are they crazy?
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| Are they sainted?
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| Are they zeros someone painted?
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| It’s never been explained since at first it was created
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| But a dungeon, just like a sin
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| Requires naught but lockin’ in
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| Of everything that’s ever been
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| Look at her
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| Look at him
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| [FZ] Well, I’m about to get sick from watchin’ my TV
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| Been checkin’ out the HO-HO-HO until my eyeballs fail to see
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| (Oh my God, it’s Tipper!)
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| I mean to say that every day is just another voodoo fudge
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| (Oh my God!)
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| And when it’s gonna change, my friend, you fill in the blank right here
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| But I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’, hopin’ for the best
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| Even think I’ll go to prayin’ every time I hear ‘em sayin’
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| I know they’re…
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| I know they’re fresh!
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| I don’t know
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| There’s no way to delay those panties / that trouble comin’ every day
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| No way to delay those panties / that trouble comin’ every day
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| Wednesday I watched Jimmy Swaggart, watched him weepin’ all over the place
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| An’ I watched him weepin’ an’ weepin’ an’ weepin’ and that shit rollin’ down his face
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| (Oh, I sinned!)
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| An’ then I watched him weep some more an’ he kept on weepin’ again
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| (Oh, forgive me, Assembly O’ God!)
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| And they smacked him on his little hand and he went out makin’ more money
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| UH-OH!
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| I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’, hopin’ for the best
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| Even think I’ll go to prayin’ (Jay-zus!) every time I hear ‘em sayin’
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| (I have seen the path!)
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| There’s no way to delay that trouble comin’ every day
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| No way to delay that trouble comin’ every day
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| (Forgive me!)
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| Oh, Jesus, I just stuck the tip in! Oh my God!
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| [Instrumental]
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| I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’, hopin’ for the best
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| Even think I’ll go to prayin’ every time I hear ‘em sayin’, oh yeah
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| (Oh no!)
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| [FZ] She’s just like a penguin in bondage, boy
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| Oh yeah oh yeah oh
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| Rennenhenninnahenninnenninahennn
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| Way over on the wet side of the bed
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| Just like the mighty penguin
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| Flappin’ her eight ounce wings
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| (The Swaggart flap)
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| Don’t you know it’s all over
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| If she come atcha on the strut & wrap ‘em all around yer head
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| Flappin’ her eight ounce wings, flappinumm
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| Jim!
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| She’s just like a penguin in bondage, boy
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| Shake up the pale-dry ginger ale
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| Tremblin’ like a penguin when the battery fail
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| Lord, you must be havin’ her jumpin’ through a hoopa real fire ▶
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| With some Kleenex wrapped around a coat-hang wire
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| Fire!
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Little penguin
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| A dirty little bird
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] She’s just like a penguin in bondage, boy
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| Oh yeah oh yeah oh
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| Rennenhenninnahenninneninahenn
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| Howlin’ over to some antarcticulated moon
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| In the frostbite nite with her flaps gone white
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| Shriekin’ as she spot the hoop across the room
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| (There it goes again… it’s that hoop)
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| Ah ha
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| You know it must be a penguin bound down
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| When you hear that terrible weepin’ and there ain’t no other evangelist around
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| Jim!
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| She’s just like a penguin in bondage, boy
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| Oh yeah oh yeah oh
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| She’s just like a penguin in bondage, boy
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| Oh yeah oh yeah oh
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| Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim-Jim
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| Aw, you must be careful not to leave those straps TOO LOOSE
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| ‘Cause she just might turn you in
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| ‘Cause she just might turn you in
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| Yessir!
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| An’ leave you sort of a dried-up, wizened little ministry
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| BOW WOW
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| RAW!
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| [Instrumental]
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| There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold
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| And she’s buying a stairway to heaven
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| When she gets there she knows if the stores are all closed
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| With a word she can get what she came for
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| Ooo-oooh ooo-oooh
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| And she’s buying a stairway to heaven
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| There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
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| ‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
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| In a tree by the brook there’s a songbird who sings
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| Sometimes all of our thoughts are misleading
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| Oooh, makes me wonder
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| Oh-oh-oh-ooooh, makes me wonder
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| There’s a feeling I gets when I look to the west
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| And my spirit is crying for leaving
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| In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
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| And the voices of those who stand looking
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| And oooh, makes me wonder
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| And oh-oh-oh-ooooh, makes me wonder
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| And it’s whispered that soon if we all call the tune
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| Then the piper will lead us to reason
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| And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
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| And the forests will echo with laughter
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| Yes, it makes me wonder
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| And ow-ow-ow-ow, no
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| If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow don’t be alarmed now
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| It’s just a spring clean for the May Queen
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| Yes, there are two paths you can go by but in the long run
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| There’s still time to change the road you’re on
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| On and on
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| Said ooooh, makes me wonder
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| And oh-oh-oh-ooooh, makes me wonder
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| Your head is humming and it won’t go in case you don’t know
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| The piper’s calling you to join him
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| Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow? And did you know
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| Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?
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| Say!
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| Say!
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| [Instrumental]
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| Mother Mary and Yozuf!
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| And as we wind on down the road
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| Our shadows taller than our soul
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| There walks a lady we all know
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| Who shines white light and wants to know
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| How everything still turns to gold
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| And if you listen very hard
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| The news will come to you at last
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| When all are one and one is all
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| To be a rock and not to roll
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| And she’s buying a stairway to heaven
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| [FZ] Ike Willis, Mike Keneally, Walt Fowler, Bruce Fowler, Paul Carman, Albert Wing, Kurt McGettrick, Chad Wackerman, Ed Mann, Robert Martin, Scott Thunes. Thanks for coming to the show. Good night, Robert!
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 With photo copyrighted by Bruce Malone.jpg "(Front of CD of 1991) With photo copyrighted by Bruce Malone")
 Without photo copyrighted by Bruce Malone.jpg "(Front of CD of 1991) Without photo copyrighted by Bruce Malone")
 Art by Cal Schenkel.jpg "(Front of CD of 1995) Art by Cal Schenkel")
 Art by Cal Schenkel.jpg "(Inside of CD of 1995) Art by Cal Schenkel")
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