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Live at Circus Krone, Munich, Germany - September 8, 1978
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| [FZ] All right, we’re on the air
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| [?] Wait a minute
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| [Tommy Mars] Frank, is it lit?
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| [Ike Willis] Whose air? Brown hair.
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] No poodle?
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| [FZ] That’s really stupid. Now, some of these toys are quite exceptional, but this toy is really stupid looking. Let’s make him rock.
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| Watch me now!
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| Baby snakes
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| [FZ] Late at night is when they come out
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| Baby snakes
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| Sure you know what I’m talkin’ about
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| Pink an’ wet
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| They make the best kinda pet
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| Baby…
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| Baby…
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| Snakes
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| I looked around an’ there’s a couple right near me
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| Baby snakes
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| Maybe I think they can probably hear me
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| Pink an’ wet
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| I’ll take all I can get
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| Baby…
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| Baby…
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| Baby…
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| Sna-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-kes
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| YEAH!
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| They live in a ho-ho-ho-ho-hole
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| Tiny hole
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| That is usually empty
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| Usually empty
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| They live by a co-co-a-co-a-co-co-a-code
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| Dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit dit
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| That is usually SMPTE
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| Which stands for
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| “Society of Motion Picture & Television Engineers”
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| Well, maybe I think
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| That is what keeps them in sync
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| They’re wet an’ they’re pink
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| I think I’ll give ‘em a… give ‘em a… give ‘em a drink
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| [FZ] One, two, three, four
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| I don’t know much about dancin’, that’s why I got this song
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| One of my legs is shorter than the other ▶ an’ both my feet’s too long
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| ‘Course now right along with ‘em, I got no natural rhythm
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| But I go dancin’ every night, hopin’ one day I might get it right
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I hear that beat, I jump outta my seat, but I can’t compete
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| ‘Cause I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| The disco folks all dressed up like they’s fit to kill
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| I walk on in an’ see ‘em there gonna give them all a thrill
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| When they see me comin’ they all steps aside
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| They has a fit while I commit my social suicide
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so… I’m so… I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| ✄ Yowsa, yowsa, yowsa!
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| I got it all together now (Oh, girl) with my very own disco clothes, hey!
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| My shirt’s half open, to show you my chain an’ the spoon for up my nose
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| “I am really somethin’”, that’s what you’d probably say
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| So smoke your little smoke, drink your little drink, while I dance all night away
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| HE’S A… DANCIN’ FOOL
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a FOOL-UH!
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| Oh, girl
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| Say, darlin’… can I buy ya a drink?
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| Ki-ni-shinai!
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| Lookin’ for Mister Goodbar? Well, here he is!
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| Wait a minute… I’ve got it… you’re an Italian!
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| Ki-ni-shinai!
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| You’re Jewish?
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| Love your nails…
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| Ki-ni-shinai!
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| You must be a Libra…
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| Your place or mine?
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| [Ike Willis] This girl is easy meat
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| I seen her on the street
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| See-through blouse ▶ an’ a tiny little dress
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| Her manner indiscreet…
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| I knew she was…
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
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| She wanna take me home
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| Make me sweat and moan
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| Rub my head and beat me off
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| With a copy of Rolling Stone
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| I knew she was…
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Ike Willis] I told her I was late
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| I had another date
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| I can’t get off on Rolling Stone
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| But the robots think it’s great…
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| Hey, I knew she was…
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
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| Easy…
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| Easy…
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| Easy… MEAT!
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| [FZ] Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| He was the Playboy Type (he smoked a pipe)
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| His fav’rite phrase was “Outa-site”
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| He had an Irish Setter
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| Hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche arf
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| It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night
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| The moon was dim, the band was tight
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| They did the Bump together
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| What a splendid sight
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| Run nun nun naa
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| Her teeth were white
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| The drinks were cheap (it was Ladies Nite)
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| He was glad that he met her
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| She was an office girl, her name was Betty
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| Her fav’rite group was Helen Reddy
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| (They discussed the weather!)
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| Ah, baby, don’t you want a…
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| Ah, baby, don’t you want a MAN!
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| She was a lonely sort, just a little too short
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| Her jokes were dumb and her fav’rite sport
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| Was hockey (in the winter)
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| [Mumble]
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| He was duly impressed and was quick to suggest
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| Any sport with a PUCK had to be ‘bout the best
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| As he jabbed his elbow in her
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| (Get it, honey? Get it?)
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| Later on they went off to where the music was soft
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| The candles were drippy, they saw a real hippy
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| Who delivered their dinner
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| The rice was brown and soon they found
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| That the crowd around that had jammed the room
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| Well, it seemed to be getting thinner
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Ah, baby, don’t you want a…
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| Ah, baby, don’t you want a…
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| Ah, baby, don’t you want a MAN!
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| He took her home to a motor court
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| She would not kiss him, he tried to ignore it
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| But it made him angry!
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| Angry! It made me angry!
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| Why, it made me so angry
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| I COULD HAVE KILLED THAT LOUSY BITCH!
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| He called her a slut
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| Slut slut slut
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| A pig
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| Pig pig pig
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| And a whore
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| Whore whore whore
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| A bitch
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| Bitch bitch bitch
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| And a cunt
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| Cunt cunt cunt
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| And she slammed the door
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| The door!
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| In a petulant frenzy!
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| A petulant frenzy!
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| This is a petulant frenzy!
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| I’m petulant
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| And I’m having a frenzy!
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| On the sofa she weeps
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| BOO HOO HOO HOO!
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| She weeps and she weeps
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| BOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!
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| She weeps and she peeps through the curtain
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| He just got in his car
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| But the battery’s dead
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| So he has to use the phone
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| And she gives him some head
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| And that’s the end of the story
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| Ah, baby, don’t you want a…
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| Ah, baby, don’t you want a MAN!
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| Baby, don’t you want a MAN sometimes?
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| We are the other people
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| We are the other people
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| We are the other people
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| You’re the other people too
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| Found a way to get to you
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| Do you think that I’m crazy? Out of my mind?
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| Do you think that I creep in the night and sleep in a phone booth?
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| Lemme take a minute & tell you my plan
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| Lemme take a minute & tell who I am
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| If it doesn’t show, think you better know I’m another person
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| Do you think that my pants are too tight?
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| Do you think that I’m creepy?
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| Better look around before you say you don’t care
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| Shut your fuckin’ mouth about the length of my hair
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| How would you survive if you were alive, shitty little person?
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| We are the other people
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| We are the other people
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| We are the other people
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| You’re the other people too
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| Found a way to get to you
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| We are the other people
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| We are the other people
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| We are the other people
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| You’re the other people too
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| Found a way to get to you
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| Do you think that I love you, stupid & blind?
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| Do you think that I dream through the night of holding you near me?
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| [?] Won’t you give me an A sharp?
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| [FZ] If the Monkees were doing this show they’d already be tuned up
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| [?] Who would care?
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| [FZ] In E
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| [?] E-e-e-e-e
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| [FZ] Awright that’s good enough. Here we go. Tawdriness. One, two, three, four.
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✄ Bringing in the sheaves
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Bringing in the sheaves
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We will come rejoicing
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Bringing in the sheaves
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| L.A. in the summer of ‘69
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| I went downtown and bought some wine
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| Wasted my head on three quarts of juice
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| And now the grapes won’t turn me loose
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| I’m a wino man
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| Don’t you know I am?
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| Oh wow-wow
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| 36, 24, hips about 30
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| I seen a fine lady and I started talkin’ dirty
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| She looked at me and raised her thumb
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| And said: “Jam down the road, you funky-ass bum”
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| I’m a wino man
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| Don’t you know I am?
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| Oh wow-ow
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| I… I went to the country
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| And while I was gone
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| A roller-headed lady
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| Caught me weedling on her lawn
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| I’m so ashamed, but I’m a wino man
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| And I can’t help myself
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| HELP ME SOMEBODY!
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| [Instrumental]
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| I’m a wino man
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| Don’t you know I am?
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| My saxophone playing
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| And my wino career are in a slump
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| ‘Cause I find myself now living
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| In a cardboard refrigerator box down by the Houston dump
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| And I’m so ashamed
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| I’ve been drinkin’ all night till my eyes are all red
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| Crashed in the gutter, got bugs in my head
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| Bugs in my coat, been scratchin’ like a dog
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| I can’t stand water and I stink like a hog
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| Give me fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks and a hot meal
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| Give me fi-i-i-i-i-ive bucks and a hot meal
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| Oh yeah
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| [FZ] One, two, three
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| [Ike Willis] Why does it hurt when I pee?
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| Why does it hurt when I pee?
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| I don’t want no doctor to stick no needle in me
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| Why does it hurt when I pee?
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| I got it from the toilet seat
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| I got it from the toilet seat
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| It jumped right up and grabbed my meat
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| I got it from the toilet seat
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| My balls feel like a pair of maracas
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| My balls feel like a pair of maracas
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| I must be got the GON-O-KA-KA-KHACKUS!
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| My balls feel like a pair of maracas
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Vinnie Colaiuta] Ahw ahw ahw
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| [FZ] THIS is cheap. This is really cheap, watch this.
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| [Vinnie Colaiuta] Ahw ahw ahw
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| [FZ] How ‘bout… How about a disco “Seal call” solo?
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| [Vinnie Colaiuta] Ahw ahw ahw
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| [FZ] OK, OK, now a waltz “Seal call” solo from… from Bavaria
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| [Vinnie Colaiuta] Ahw ahw ahw
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| [Vinnie Colaiuta] Yeah, Frankie, y’know…
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| [FZ] Yeah, Vinnie?
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| [Vinnie Colaiuta] These things just crack me up, y’know
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| [FZ] I know it, Vinnie, I’m tellin’ ya. How would you like to have a little accordion with that?
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| [Vinnie Colaiuta] Oh! Tommy!
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| [FZ] Tommy, Tommy, you think you cou— could give him a little accordion with these “Seal calls”?
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| [Vinnie Colaiuta] Where are you anyway?
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| [FZ] “Seal call fusion music”. It’s a Penderecki number.
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| [Vinnie Colaiuta] Ahw
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| [Tommy Mars] Do you mean it, Vinnie? Vin? I really wanna KNOW. Y’know, I’ve been really put on by a lot of penguins an’ seals when it’s ICYYYY! Actually, cryogenics is expanding, day by day.
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| [FZ] Day by day, I’m fallin’ more in love with you, an’ day by… You’re just like a penguin in bondage, boy ▶
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| [Vinnie Colaiuta] Ahw ahw ahw
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| [Tommy Mars] Oh oh, ah ah, you’re gettin’ me hotter, Vinnie, hotter! I wanna get colder!
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| [FZ] Mauricio Kagel, eat yer heart out!
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| [FZ] Hey there, people, I’m Bobby Brown
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| They say I’m the cutest boy in town
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| My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
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| I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie
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| Here I am at a famous school
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| I’m dressin’ sharp an’ I’m actin’ cool
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| I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
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| Let her do all the work an’ maybe later I’ll rape her
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| Oh God, I am the American dream
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| I do not think I’m too extreme
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| An’ I’m a handsome son of a bitch
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| I’m gonna get a good job an’ be real rich
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| Women’s Liberation
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| Came creepin’ all across the nation
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| I tell you, people, I was not ready
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| When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
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| She made a little speech then
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| Aw, she tried to make me say “when”
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| She had my balls in a vise, but she left the dick
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| I guess it’s still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick
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| Oh God, I am the American dream
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| But now I smell like Vaseline
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| An’ I’m a miserable son of a bitch
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| Am I a boy or a lady? I don’t know which
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| I wonder wonder, wonder wonder
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| So I went out an’ bought me a leisure suit
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| I jingle my change, but I’m still kinda cute
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| Got a job doin’ radio promo
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| An’ none of the jocks can even tell I’m a homo
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| Eventually me an’ a friend
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| Sorta drifted along into S&M
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| I can take about an hour on the Tower of Power
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| ‘Long as I gets a little golden shower
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| Oh God, I am the American dream
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| With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream
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| An’ I’ll do anything to get ahead
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| I lay awake nights sayin’: “Thank you, Fred!”
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| Oh God, oh God, I’m so fantastic
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| Thanks to Freddie, I’m a sexual spastic
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| And my name is Bobby Brown
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| Watch me now; I’m goin’ down
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| And my name is Bobby Brown
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| Watch me now; I’m goin’ down
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| And my name is Bobby Brown
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| Watch me now
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| [FZ] An’ I just look back at ‘em and I say: “I am on duty”
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| On duty
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| On duty
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| On duty
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| I’m on duty
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| I’m on duty
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| I’m on duty
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| I’m on duty, duty, duty, duty, oh, duty!
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| (Good God!)
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| Duty!
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| Duty!
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| Duty!
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| Duty!
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| I’m on duty!
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| Duty!
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| I’m on duty!
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| Duty!
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| Duty, duty, duty
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| [Repeat]
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| [FZ] And whenever I say that to ‘em, when I’m going through customs, they always look back at me and they say: “Come on, Frank, tell us the truth. What are you REALLY ON? I mean, you can’t possibly expect us, with our uniforms and our submachine guns, to think that you’re just… I mean, what are you ON?” An’ I just say: “I’m ON duty!”
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| I’m on duty!
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| I’m on duty!
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| I’m on duty!
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| [FZ] Y’know, there was a time when I wasn’t really on duty. There was a time when… well, let’s just say there wasn’t any need for my services, because… well, y’know, sometimes a guy gets unemployed. But today, I’ve found work. I’ve found happiness. Because I’m one of the few Americans who actually is on duty. Y’know what I mean? Hey!
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