| Album notes by FZ
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| [FZ] OK, thank you, thank you, thank you! Alright, alright, alright! Sit down, sit down, sit down! OK. Alright, let’s get down to business, just wanna let you know, in case you… you’d be blind not to notice this, but we are registering people to vote here. Think we did four hundred last night, and hope to exceed that this evening. But meanwhile, did everybody hear the great news today? Jimmy Swaggart under investigation!
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| Oh, JAY-ZUS! One day every one of those cock-suckers’ll get caught!
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| Now, I understand in the case of Mr. Swaggart that he claims that it was not multiple encounters with many prostitutes. Apparently only one sweet young thing, and he did tell Cal Thomas of the Moral Majority that the sex act itself was not fully consummated. However he did admit to doing something pornographic with the girl. Let’s use our imaginations, ladies and gentlemen.
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| In the dark, where all the fevers grow
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| Under the water, where the shark bubbles blow
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| In the mornin’, by yer radio
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| Do the walls close in t’suffocate ya?
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| You ain’t got no friends… an’ all the others: they hate ya
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| Does the life you’ve been leadin’ gotta go?
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| Well, lemme straighten you out about a place I know…
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| (Now get yer shoes an’ socks on, people, because it’s right aroun’ the corner)
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| You go out through the night an’ the whispering breezes
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| To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases
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| Out through the night an’ the whispering breezes
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| To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases
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| Now, scientists call this miserable little disease… podobromhidrosis
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| And, well, they should
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| But us regular folks, who might wear a tennis shoe or an occasional python boot ▶, know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of… STINK FOOT
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| (That’s right!)
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| Y’know, my python boot was too tight
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| Couldn’t get it off last night
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| Week went by, now it’s July
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| I finally got it off an’ my girlfriend cry:
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| “You’ve got STINK FOOT!
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| Stink foot, darlin’
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| Your stinkin’ foot puts the hurts on my nose!
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| Stink foot! Stink foot! I ain’t lyin’
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| Can you rinse it off, do you suppose?”
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| Well, here Fido! Here Fido! ▶
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| Bring the slippers, little puppy
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| Yes, that’s a good dog
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| Bring them over to Jimmy Swaggart
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| (That’s right!)
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| He’ll do anything for a good time
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| Sick!
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Well, Ike Willis, ladies and gentlemen, Mike Keneally, Walt Fowler, Bruce Fowler, Paul Carman, Albert Wing, Kurt McGettrick, Chad Wackerman. Now this is a special case, ladies and gentlemen (get that spotlight over here) this is Ed Mann. Now, Ed had a tragic experience a few moments ago. One of the loyal fans in the audience came up and treated him like a war criminal because he fucked up the lick on “Dickie’s such an asshole” way back when, who knows, several weeks ago. But the people who come to these shows listen so carefully to every little detail that this man was deeply offended by Ed’s performance. So to make sure that he gets his money’s worth tonight, we’re gonna dwell on it for a few moments now, and have Ed actually practice, kinda warm up for that big lick that happens in “Dickie’s such an asshole”. We’re gonna rehearse it right now, ready? Just do it as a solo, here we go…
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| Or…
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| [Ed Mann] Or the way we did it that night, which of course was completely wrong. This is how it went…
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| [FZ] Or…
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell!
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| Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell!
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| Goin’ to hell!
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| Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell!
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| Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell!
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| Goin’ to hell!
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| [Instrumental]
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| Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell!
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| [Instrumental]
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| Goin’ to hell! Goin’ to hell!
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| No, I’m not
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| Goin’ to hell!
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| No, I’m not
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| Goin’ to hell!
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| No, I’m not
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| Goin’ to hell!
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| No, I’m not
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| There ain’t no such place as hell! ▶
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| So I sure can’t go there
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| Jay-zus! Jay-zus! Jay-zus!
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| If you believe in that place
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| Jay-zus!
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| Goin’ to hell!
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| Jay-zus!
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| Goin’ to hell!
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| I don’t believe in hell
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| There just ain’t no place like hell
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| Eww, that’s really gross!
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| Woaaaaaa-aaaaaah!
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| SATAN?
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| [Senator Hawkins] Fire and chains
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| Fire and chains and fire and chains
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| Fire and chains and fire and chains
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| [Senator Hollings] So, I’ll be looking from this Senator’s standpoint, not just to bring pressures but to try to see if there is some constitutional provisions to tax, or approach that can be used on the Congress to limit this outrageous filth.
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| [Senator Hollings] Maybe I could make a good rock star
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| Outrageous filth
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| Outrageous filth
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| Oh, outrageous filth down there
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| [Senator Hawkins] Fire and chains
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| Fire and chains
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| Fire an’ chains, it’s over there
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| [Senator Hawkins] Fire and chains and fire and chains and fire and chains and fire and chains and fire and chains and fire and chains
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Ike Willis] Oh no, I don’t believe it
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| You say that you think you know the meaning of love
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| You say ✄ love is all we need
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| You say with your love you can change all of the hate
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| All of the fools
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| I think you’re probably out to lunch
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| Oh no, I don’t believe it
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| You say that you think you know the meaning of love
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| Do you really think it can be told?
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| You say that you really know
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| I think you should check it again, how can you say
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| What you believe
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| Will be the key to a world of love?
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| All your love
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| Will it save me?
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| All your love
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| Will it ✄ save the world
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| From what you can’t understand?
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| Oh no, I don’t believe it
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] May you never hear “vloerbedekking” again!
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| Aye… aye… aye…
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| Everybody!
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| Aye…
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| Make a jazz noise here!
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| Aye…
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| Go, man, wild!
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| Yeah yeah! Yeah man yeah!
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| Aye…
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| Yeah yeah yeah!
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| [Instrumental]
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| Aye… aye…
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| Wild, man, yeah!
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| [Instrumental]
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| Aye…
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| Man, wild
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| Go, man, wild
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| Ay ay ay ay ahh…
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| Oh yeah!
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| [Instrumental]
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| Aye…
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| Thank you very much! Good night!
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| [Bruce Fowler] You know… You know that reminds me of a real sad story. It happened right here in lovely Cleveland a long long time ago, ‘bout… ‘bout three hundred and thirty million years ago in fact, in the Upper Devonian. There was a really nice intellectual kind of a placoderm type of a fish, and he was… he was real creative, and he was a-just having lot of fun living… living his life gently along here in the Upper Devonian peninsula you’ve got here, and suddenly, out of nowhere, came a band of religious fanatic sharks. And they organized themselves in crazy, fiendish groups, and just ate everything, leaving nothing for this talented creative placoderm type fish. And, it just brings tears to my eyes that you may let this happen again, in 1988. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT! IT’S DRIVING ME WILD! I CAN’T HARDLY STAND IT NO MORE! I MIGHT HAVE TO PLAY AN OUT-OF-TUNE NOTE OR SOMETHING! I JUST CAN’T STAND IT ANYMORE! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!
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| [Senator Hawkins] Pyromania
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| [Johnny Watson] YEAH!
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| [Senator Hawkins] No question
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| [?] Thank you so much
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| [Senator Hawkins] Burn the building
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| [FZ] You’re goin’ to hell!
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| [Senator Hawkins] Burn burn burn
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| [FZ] You’re goin’ to hell!
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| [?] Hey, I’ve been there!
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| [FZ] You’re goin’ to hell!
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| [Senator Hollings] Maybe I could make a good rock star; I don’t know
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| [Senator Hawkins] Tools of gratification in some twisted… tools of… tools of… tools of…
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Ike Willis] Not that! Not the lizard!
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| [FZ] Coming soon to an airport near you!
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Star wars won’t work
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| Star wars won’t work
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| Star wars won’t work
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| Star wars won’t work
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Star wars won’t work
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| Star wars won’t work
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| The gas still gets through
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| It can get right on you
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| And what about those germs now
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| Star wars won’t work
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| It’s a piece of shit
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| Why are they even talkin’ about it anymore?
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| It’s just an expensive bunch of nothing
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| [Ike Willis] Ron
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| Ron
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| Ron
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| Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron
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| I’ve been such a good boy
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| I’ve been such a good boy
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| I’ve been such a good boy
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| Hey!
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| [Instrumental]
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| City of tiny lites
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| Don’t you wanna go?
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| Hear those tiny auto horns
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| When they tiny blow
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| Tiny lightnin’
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| In the storm
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| Tiny, tiny, tiny blankets
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| Gonna keep you warm
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| Tiny, tiny, tiny pillows
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| Tiny, tiny sheets
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| Talkin’ ‘bout the tiny cookies
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| That the peoples eat
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| City of tiny lites
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| Maybe you should know
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| That it’s over there
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| In the tiny dirt somewhere
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| You can see it any time
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| When you get the squints
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| From your downers and your wine
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| [FZ] You’re so big
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| It’s so tiny
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| Every cloud is silver line-y
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| The great escape for all of you
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| [Instrumental]
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| City of tiny lites
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| Don’t you wanna go?
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| Hear those tiny auto horns
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| When they tiny blow
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| Tiny lightnin’
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| In the storm
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| Tiny, tiny, tiny blankets
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| Gonna keep you warm
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| Tiny, tiny pillows
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| Tiny, tiny sheets
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| Talkin’ ‘bout the tiny cookies
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| That the peoples eat
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| City of tiny lites
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| Maybe you shoulda know
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| That it’s over there
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| Over there
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| Over there
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| Over there
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| [Bobby Martin] His name is Stevie Vai
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| And he’s a crazy guy
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| Last November, I recall, he needed a spanking
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| He decided then
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| A female specimen
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| Would be exciting for a night to give him a spanking
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| Laurel was her name
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| She came to Notre Dame
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| (He told me just the other day he oughta be thanking her for the spanking)
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| She was large and soft
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| And she beat him off
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| Made him drool upon his dork and gave it a wanking after the spanking
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| Hair brush!
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| Oh! What a hair brush!
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| (It’s not that he requires grooming!
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| Guys with light blue hair NEVER DO)
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| Then she did exclaim:
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| “There’s another game
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| That we can play with this device and then a banana”
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| It was slightly green
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| Vapors in between
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| Rising up to fill the room and cook the banana
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| She said it was dry
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| “Stevie, won’t you try
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| To drool a little drool on it and grease the banana”
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| Later in the dawn
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| Laurel carried on
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| She got right up and dressed herself and ate the banana
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| [Ike Willis] I must be free
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| My fake I.D.
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| Freeeeeees me
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| [FZ] Gotta do a few things to make my life complete
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| (Sure you do!)
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| Gotta live my life (Where?) under the seat
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| [Ike Willis] The difference between us is not very far
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| Cruising for burgers in daddy’s new car
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| My phony freedom card brings to me
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| Instantly
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| Ecstasy!
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| No more credit from the liquor store
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| Suit is all dirty, my shoes is all wore
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| Tired and lonely, my heart is all sore
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| Advance romance
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| I can’t stand it no more, no more
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| She told me she loved me, I believed what she said
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| Took me for a sucker, boy, all corn-fed
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| Next thing I knew she had a bolt on the door ▶
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| Advance romance
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| Ha ha ha ha!
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| I can’t use it no more, no
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| Oh no, holy shit!
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| Yeah
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| Ha ha ha!
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| They took Ike’s watch ▶ like they always do
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| It was a Timex, too!
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| WAH-HOO WAH-HOO
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| And a shame on you
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| No more money, boy
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| I shoulda knew
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| You should have know, you see the Tipper Gore discharge?
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| When I saw that thing come up there I should have know right then
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| It was… Holy shit!
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| George Duke!
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| The way she do me, boy
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| She might do you too
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| Yeah, ‘fraid so, I mean
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| Really?
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| The way she do me, boy
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| Well… he’s been havin’ trouble goin’ to the mound, I don’t know
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| She might do you too
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| Don’t think we need any more spread hitters, you know
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| Take me!
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| He’s a-sprayin’ into left field
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| The way she do me, boy
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| Oh… oh yeah!
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| She might do you too
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| Oh, he’s… gonna spray one into left field right about now, I don’t know uh… well uh…
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| [Instrumental]
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| Advance romance
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| Oh yeah!
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| People I am through
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| Yes, I’m through
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| Potato-Head Bobby ▶ was a friend of mine
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| He open three of his eyes in the food stamp line
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| He open four of his eyes in the food stamp line
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| He open five of his eyes in the food stamp line
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| He open six of his eyes in the food stamp line
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| He said she might be a dancer
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| Well, but she sure was fine
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| Advance romance
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| Oh yeah well
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| He wanna try it one time
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| At least for one time
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| Later that night they drop on by
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| Tell her all he wanna do is come up and say “Hi”
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| HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI
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| Half an hour later she had frenched his fry
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| YODELOO YODELOO YODELOO YODEL
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| FRENCHED HIS FRY
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| Advance romance
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| Bobby, say goodbye-yay-yay-yay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ahh
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