| [FZ] Ladies and gentlemen, this is a uh… a great opportunity for me to try something new here. We got this song we worked on this afternoon an’… an’ I thought we might try and do it, you know, it’s not perfect yet but let’s see what happens. Name of this song is “Heavy duty Judy”.
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| One, two, three
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| Heavy duty Judy
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| Heavy duty Judy
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| Heavy duty Judy
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| [Repeat]
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| [Instrumental]
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| Heavy duty Judy
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| Heavy duty Judy
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| Heavy duty Judy
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| Heavy duty Judy
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| [Repeat]
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| […]
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| “Why not come over?
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| You’ll meet my mother
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| You’ll meet my sister
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| You’ll like my brother
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| Really you will…”
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| “I’m learning English
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| I can say: ‘Thank you’
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| I think I like you
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| Do you like my band-aid?
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| I hope you do…”
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| “I am not busy
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| I’m free to travel ▶
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| Where are you going?
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| Maybe you’ll take me
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| I hope you do…”
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| “I am not busy
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| He used to like me
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| I speak good English
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| I’m bathing with Peter
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| Pick me, I’m clean…”
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| Vinnie goes bare-back
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| Peter goes wet-back
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| Denny goes way back
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| Eddie should get back
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| Pick me, I’m clean…
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| Oh yeah, pick me, I’m clean
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| Oh yeah
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| Check out my band-aid
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| Oh yeah, pick me, I’m clean
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| Oh yeah
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| Check out my band-aid
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| Oh yeah, pick me, I’m clean
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| Oh yeah
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| Check out my band-aid
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| Oh yeah, pick me, I’m clean
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| Oh yeah
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| [Instrumental]
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| “Why not come over?
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| You’ll meet my mother
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| You’ll meet my sister
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| You’ll like my brother
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| Really you will…”
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| “I’m learning English
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| I can say: ‘Thank you’
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| I think I like you
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| Do you like my band-aid?
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| I hope you do…”
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| “I am not busy
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| I’m free to travel
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| Where are you going?
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| Maybe you’ll take me
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| I hope you do…”
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| “Do you know Vinnie?
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| He used to like me
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| I speak good English
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| I’m bathing with Peter
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| Pick me, I’m clean…”
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| Don’t you know, I treat her nice and kind
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| The way no other lover can
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| I came home the other day and she was
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| Suckin’ off some other man
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| I ain’t the type for beggin’
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| I ain’t the type to plead
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| If she don’t change those evil ways
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| I’m gonna make her bleed
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| She can scream and she can holler
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| Bang her head all along the wall
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| If she don’t give me what I want
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| She gonna have no head at all
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| Bamboozled by love
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| I know she fooled around too long
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| Bamboozled by love
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| I said she fooled around too long
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| I am mad and gettin’ meaner
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| I am here and she is gone
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| And the reason you have not seen her
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| She is underneath the lawn
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| She’s underneath the lawn, lawn, lawn
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] I’ve no idea what the name of the program is, but you’re watching it.
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] You ought to do it, man, because you know exactly how it goes
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| [FZ] Now I see I’ve should’ve run like a rabbit
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| Love comes along and I reach out and grab it
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| Doggonit, dagnabbit
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| Falling in love is a stupid habit
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| Falling in love, in love, in love
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| One, two, three, four
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| Maybe this doesn’t happen to you
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| You could be a superman
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| But if I see somebody new
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| I reach out and grab her hand
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| I reach out and grab a lot
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| ‘Cause I like what she has got
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| She don’t need what I propose
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| So I gets it up the nose
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| Two, three, four
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| Doggonit, dagnabbit
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| Falling in love is a stupid habit
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| Doggonit, dagnabbit
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| Falling in love is a stupid habit
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| Falling in love, in love, in love
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| One, two, three, four
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| You could be the lucky type
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| You could have a fancy car
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| All the girls know what they like ▶
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| And if you’ve got it you’ll go far
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| But I speak out and say: “Hello!”
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| The girls all tell me where to go
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| People, this goes on and on
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| What the heck have I done wrong?
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| Two, three, four
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| Doggonit, dagnabbit
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| Falling in love is a stupid habit
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| Doggonit, dagnabbit
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| Falling in love is a stupid habit
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| Et cetera
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| This is cheap, this is really cheap, watch it
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| [FZ] … of this song is “This is my story”. And we go… gonna go from “This is my story” into the aftermath, you understand what I mean? OK, lemme hear the chord, please. Right, this is in key of C, Tommy. The chord again. Alright.
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| This is my story, I have no song
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| Just alone and broken hearted
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| Just because I fell in love
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| In love with you
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| I pray that you come back to me
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| Just to hear you say you love me
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| And we’ll never, never part
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| Part from you
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| We will never, never…
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| [Bobby Martin] I been run down
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| Lord, an’ I been lied to
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| And I don’t know why
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| I let that mean woman make me out a fool
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| She took all my money
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| An’ wrecked my new car
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| Now she’s with one of my good-time buddies
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| An’ she drink in some cross-town bar
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| Sometime I feel…
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| Sometime I feel…
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| Like I been tied to the whippin’ post
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| Tied to the whippin’ post
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| Tied to the whippin’ post
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| Good Lord, I feel like a rasta man
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| My friends tell me
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| That I been such a fool
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| I have to stand back an’ take it, babe
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| All for loving you
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| I drown myself in sorrow
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| As I look at what you done
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| But nothin’ seem to change
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| That bad times stay the same and I can’t run
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| Sometime I feel…
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| Sometime I feel…
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| Like I been tied to the whippin’ post
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| Tied to the whippin’ post
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| Tied to the whippin’ post
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| Good Lord, I think I look like a spliff man
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| [Instrumental]
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| Lord
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| Oh no
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| Lord
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| Oh no
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| Sometimes I feel…
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| Sometime I feel…
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| Like I been tied to the whippin’ post
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| Tied to the whippin’ post
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| Tied to the whippin’ post
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| LAWD EY-EY-EY-EY!
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| Oh Lord
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| Sometime, you know, I believe if I don’t get my […]
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| But I don’t do that kind of stuff so just I lay down and die
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| [FZ] Ah, George, this is in the key of B. OK, ha ha ha. Alright.
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| […]
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| Listen!
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| Playin’ in a tent
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| Down, down, down in
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| Payin’ the rent
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| Down, down, down in
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| If you pooch a civilian
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| Down, down, down in
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| It’s a major event
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| Down, down, down in
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| Down in France
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| Did you hear me? That’s where that’s located
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| Way down in France
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| […]
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| Way on down
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| And then I heard a noise
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| Way on down
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| Uh, down in France
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| Listen!
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| Listen
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| Girls are all salty
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| Sal-sal-salty
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| An’ the boys are all sweet
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| Sal-sal-salty
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| Ah, they don’t cook too shabby
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| Sal-sal-salty
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| An’ they piss in the street
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| Sal-sal-salty
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| Down in France
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| Listen to me!
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| Way down in France
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| Look, I saw […], it wou— it would…
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| Way on down
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| […]
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| Way on down
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| It was down in France
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| […]
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| Co-co-coffee
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| They got a disease
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| That will turn your peter green
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| Down in France
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| Way down in France
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| Listen!
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| I saw the color, I saw…
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| Way on down
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| And then it turned
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| Way on down
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| Was down in France
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| Lemme tell you some ‘bout the coffee, look, look, look
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| They got some coffee
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| Co-co-coffee
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| Just eatin’ right through the cup
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| Co-co-coffee
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| Every time you say “ka-ka”
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| Co-co-coffee
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| They make you stand up
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| Co-co-coffee
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| Down in France
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| Way down in France
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| Listen, I ka-ka… I ka-ka one time… I ka-ka one time with the…
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| Way on down
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| And then I ka-ka with the…
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| Way on down
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| Was down in France
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| Now… Now look, look
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| If you’re not too careful
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| Care-care-careful
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| It’ll stick to your cheeks
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| Care-care-careful
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| An’ you’ll smell like a native
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| Care-care-careful
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| For a couple of weeks
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| Care-care-careful
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| Down in France
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| Way down in France
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| […]
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| Way on down
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| […]
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| Way on down
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| An’ lemme play something
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| Down in France
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| [Instrumental]
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| Listen!
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| We cannot wait
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| Till we get back
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| We just love the way
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| That the poodle ▶ “react”
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| Down in France
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| Listen to me!
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| Way down in France
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| […]
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| Way on down
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| […]
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| Way on down
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| Listen!
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| Never try to get yo’ peter sucked in France
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| […]
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| Hey! Do you know what you are?
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| You’re an asshole!
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| […]
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| Asshole!
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| Some of you might not agree
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| ‘Cause you probably likes a lot of misery
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| But think a while and you will see…
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| Broken hearts are for assholes
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| Broken hearts are for assholes
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| Are you an asshole?
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| Broken hearts are for assholes
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| Are you an asshole too?
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| Whatcha gonna do, ‘cause you’re an asshole…
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| No, no, no, yeah, yeah, yeah, I said, you are an asshole!
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|
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| Maybe you think you’re a lonely guy
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| An’ maybe you think you’re too tough to cry
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| So you went to the Grape just to give it a try
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|
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| And Dagmar
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| Was his name…
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| The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his pancake make-up
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| Nearly drove you insane
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| And so you kissed a little sailor
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| Who had just blew in from Spain
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| […]
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| You sniffed the reeking buns of Angel
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| And acted like it was cocaine
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| You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of Ko-Ko
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| In a way you can’t explain
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| […]
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|
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| And so you worked the wall with Michael
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| Take it away, Bobby
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| Which gave your back an awful strain
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| But you came back on Sunday for the Gong Show
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| […]
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| But you forgot what I was sayin’…
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| ‘Cause you’re an asshole, you’re an asshole
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| You’re right!
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| You’re an asshole, you’re an asshole
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| That’s true!
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| You’re an asshole, you’re an asshole
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| That’s right!
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| You’re an asshole, you’re an asshole
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| Oh, shit!
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| [FZ] Stop! Stop. That was very WRONG to do! We like a nice clean stage. Bring that man back and make him wipe the shit out. Bring him back. That a security guy to hold him by the ankles and […] to this shit.
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| Alright, now at last the attention that you so JUSTLY deserved, step right up, introduce yourself and prepare to dyin’ as you never dyin’ before. What’s your name?
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| [Guy] My name is […]
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| [FZ] Great, now start eatin’ it. You don’t have to eat the napkin, no, no, just lick it out. No problem, we can wait.
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| [Guy] He told me it was OK if I rotten up in a […]
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| [FZ] Yeah, get your face in it, buddy.
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| All the way down, no problem. No, wait. No, no, no, no violence, I don’t wanna hurt this man, this is… this is real food.
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| Now, thank you, please don’t anyone throw anything else on the stage. Can we have the enormous napkin, please? Rub by? The napkin.
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| Stand by for the last verse of “Broken hearts are for assholes”.
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| Well, you been to the Grape, you been to the Chest
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| An’ now I think you know what you are: you’re an asshole
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| A WHAT?
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| An asshole!
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| You say you can’t live with what you’ve been through
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| Ladies, you can be an asshole too
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| You might pretend you ain’t got one on the bottom of you
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| (Thank you!)
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| Don’t fool yerself, girl
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| It’s lookin’ at you
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| Don’t fool yerself, girl
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| It’s winkin’ at you
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| Don’t fool yerself, girl
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| It’s blinkin’ at you
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| That’s why I say…
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| I’m gonna ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up yer poop chute
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| Corn hole
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| Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up yer poop chute
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| Fist fuck
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| Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up yer poop chute
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| Wrist-watch; Crisco
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| Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up yer poop chute
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| Pud!
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| Don’t fool yerself, girl
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| It’s goin’ right up yer poop chute
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| Don’t fool yerself, girl
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| It’s goin’ right up yer poop chute
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| Don’t fool yerself, girl
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| It’s goin’ right up yer poop chute
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| Ay ay ay ay
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| Don’t fool yerself, girl
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| It’s goin’ right up yer poop chute
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| Ay ay ay ay
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| Don’t fool yerself, girl
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| It’s goin’ right up yer poooop chute
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| Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay
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| Don’t fool yerself, girl
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| It’s goin’ right up yer…
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| Aw aw, I knew you’d be surprised…
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| I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together
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| See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly
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| I’m crying
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| Sitting on a cornflake
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| Waiting for the van to come
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| Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
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| Man, you’ve been a naughty boy
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| You let your face grow long
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| I am the eggman
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| They are the eggmen
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| I am the walrus
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| Goo goo g’ joob
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| Mr. city policeman sitting, pretty little policemen in a row
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| See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run
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| I’m crying
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| I’m crying, I’m crying
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| Yellow matter custard
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| Dripping from a dead dog’s eye
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| Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
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| Boy, you’ve been a naughty girl
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| You let your knickers down
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| SAY!
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| I am the eggman
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| They are the eggmen
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| I am the walrus
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| Goo goo g’ joob
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| Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
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| An’ if the sun don’t come, you get a tan from standing in the English rain
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| I am the eggman
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| They are the eggmen
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| I am the walrus
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| Goo goo g’ joob goo goo g’ joob
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| Expert text pert choking smokers, don’t you think the joker laughs at you?
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| See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide
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| I’m crying
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| Semolina pilchard
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| Climbing up the Eiffel Tower
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| Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
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| Man, you should have seen them
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| Kicking Edgar Allan Poe
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| ‘Cause I am the eggman
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| They are the eggmen
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| I am the walrus
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| Goo goo g’ joob goo goo g’ joob
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| Goo goo g’ joob goo goo g’ joob
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| Oh beautiful for spacious skies
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| For amber waves of grain
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| For purple mountain majesties
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| Above the fruited plain!
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| America! America!
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| The only place to be
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| And crown thy good with brotherhood
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| The sea to shining sea
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| Shining sea
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| Shining sea
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| Shining sea
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| Shining sea
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| Shining sea
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| Shining sea
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| […]
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|
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| [Instrumental]
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| Sea to shining sea, yeah
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| Sea to shining sea, oh yeah
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| Sea to shining sea
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| Sea to shining sea, yeah
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| Sea to shining… sea
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| Good night!
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| […]
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| [FZ] A long time ago, when we worked here, back in the olden days, we got fired from those clubs for… for playing this song.
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| [Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan] STUDEBACHER HOCH
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| YEAH YEAH
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| STUDEBACHER HOCH
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| STU-DE-BACHER HOCH!
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| STUDEBACHER HOCH
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| YEAH YEAH
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| STUDEBACHER HOCH
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| STU-DE-BACHER HOCH!
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| He’s coating his legs with Aunt Jemima syrup up and down
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| His shorts’ll be filled with flies that will be buzzing all around
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| Stoodlabaker Hoch, he’s really outta sight!
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| Stoodlabaker Hoch, he does it every night!
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| Stoodlabaker Hoch, he treats the flies all right!
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| Stoodlabaker Hoch, that’s why they never bite, hey!
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| Please to New York!
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| I beg you, help me get there!
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| Fly to New York!
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| He could be a dog or a frog or a lesbian queen
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| Fly to New York!
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| Master Blaster!
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| He could be a narc or a lady Marine
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| Or he might play dirty
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| He’s over thirty
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| Getting old? I don’t know!
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| His peculiar attire and the flies he require keep leading him on
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| ‘Cause Ethel is gone
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| And the mountain she’s on
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|
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| [Instrumental]
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| Fly to New York!
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| Fly to New York!
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| [Instrumental]
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| Fly to New York!
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| I don’t KNOW!
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|
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| His peculiar attire and the flies he require keep leading him on
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| ‘Cause Ethel is gone
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| They keep leading him on
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| ‘Cause Ethel is gone
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| And the mountain she’s on
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| [FZ] We’ll join Studebacher Hoch on the edge of Billy the mountain’s mouth!
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| [Mothers] A mountain is something
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| You don’t wanna fuck with
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| You don’t wanna fuck with
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| Don’t fuck around
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| Don’t fuck around
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| Don’t fuck with Billy
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| Don’t fuck with Ethel
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| You saw what just happened to the guy with the flies
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| DON’T FUCK AROUND!
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| DON’T FUCK AROUND!
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| DON’T FUCK AROUND!
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| DON’T FUCK AROUND!
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| DON’T FUCK AROUND!
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| DON’T FUCK AROUND!
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| DON’T FUCK AROUND!
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| With Biddilly, Biddilly, Biddilly, Biddilly, Biddilly
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| [Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan] BIDDILLY THE MOUNTIN-INNNNNNN!
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| [FZ] That’s right, you heard right: Biddilly the Mountin-in!
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| [Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan] BIDDILLY THE MOUNTIN-INNNNNNN!
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| [Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan] Aya-aya-aya
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| [FZ] Aya-aya-aya
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| [Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan] Aya-aya-aya aya-aya-aya
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| [FZ] One, two, three, four
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| Even melody, two on the town, they go to Hong Kong, it’s more […] there
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| So that’s actually… This is actually pretty disgusting
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| And the whole idea of two people born on the town in this place, well, that’s crazy
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| [FZ] Truck driver divorce
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| It’s very sad
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| (Steel guitars usually weep all over it)
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| The bold & intelligent masters of the road with their Secret Language
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| And their giant
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| Oversized
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| Transcontinental
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| Mechanical hobby-horse! ▶
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| Truck driver divorce
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| It’s very sad
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| Oh, the wife! ▶
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| Oh, the kids!
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| Oh, the waitress!
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| Oh, the drive all night!
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|
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| Sometimes when you get home
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| Some ugly lookin’ son-of-a-bitch is tryin’ to pooch yer home-town sweetheart
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|
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| Oh, go ride the bull ▶
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| Oh, go ride the bull
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| Make it go up an’ down
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| An’ when you fall off you can eat the mattress
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| Truck driver divorce
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| IS VERY SAD
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| Bust yer ass
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| To deliver some string beans
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| Deliver some string beans
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| Deliver some string beans to Utah! ▶
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