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Live at Ludwigparkstadion, Saarbruecken, Germany - September 3, 1978
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| [FZ] The name of this song is “Dancin’ fool”. 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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| Wrong!
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| Wrong!
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| The beat goes on and I’m so wrong
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| 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 with my very own disco clothes
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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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| 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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| 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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| Say, darlin’… can I buy ya a drink?
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| Ki-ni-shinai!
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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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| Ki-ni-shinai!
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| You’re Jewish?
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| Oh, 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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| I told her I was late
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| I had another date
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| I can’t get off on the 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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| Roon doon doon doon
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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, “My name is 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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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| 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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| [Mumble]
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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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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| Baby, don’t you want a MAN!
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| He took her home to a motor court
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| She wouldn’t kiss him, he tried to ignore it
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| But it made him angry!
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| Made me angry, made me so angry
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| I COULD’VE KILLED THAT LOUSY BITCH!
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| He called her a slut
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| A pig
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| And a whore
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| A bitch
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| And a cunt
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| And she slammed 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, YOOO!
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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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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| Baby, don’t you want a MAN!
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| Baby, don’t you want a MAN sometime?
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| [FZ & Ike Willis] Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
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| [Ike Willis] Hey, you good women, you sure has it tough
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| The good men, well, there just ain’t enough
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| Hey, the good girls are lookin’ all the time
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| Good men is something that they can’t find
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| ‘Cause if they find one miraculously
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| They try to be lovin’ as they can be
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| ‘Cause if they find one and let him go
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| [FZ & Ike Willis] Chances are they might not never find one no mo’
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| So they…
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
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| [Ike Willis] A good lovin’ man is hardest to find
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| A good woman needs to ease her mind
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| [FZ & Ike Willis] I know a few that need to ease it behind
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| All y’gotta do is grease it down an’ everything is fine
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
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| A girl don’t need
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| No fancy grease
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| To get herself
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| Some rump release
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| Any kind
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| Of lube will do
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| Maybe from another
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| Part of you
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| Lube from the North
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| Lube from the South
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| Take a little slobber
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| From the side of your mouth
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| Roll it over
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| Grease it down
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| Here come that crazy screamin’ sound…
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, down, down
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| Grease it down
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| Ah, grease it down!
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| [Ike Willis] Goin’ back home to the village of the sun
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| Out in back of Palmdale, where the turkey farmers run
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| I done made up my mind and I know I wanna go to Sun
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| Village, good God, I hope the wind don’t blow
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| It take the paint off your car and wreck your windshield too
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| I don’t know how the people stand it, but I guess they do
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| ‘Cause they’re all still there (even Johnny Franklin too)
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| In the village of the sun
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| Village of the sun, ah ah
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| Village of the sun, son
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| (Sun Village to you, you-hou-hou-hou)
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| Well!
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| Little Mary, and Teddy, and Thelma too, now
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| Where Palmdale Boulevard cuts on through
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| Past the Village Inn & Barbecue, yea-heah
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| (I heard it ain’t there… well, I hope it ain’t true)
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| Where the stumblers gonna go to watch the lights turn blue?
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| Where the stumblers gonna go to watch the lights turn blue?
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| Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-wahhh
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| Goin’ back home to the village of the sun
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| Out in back of Palmdale, where the turkey farmers run
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| I done made up my mind and I know I wanna go to Sun
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| Village, good God, I hope the wind don’t blow
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| It take the paint off your car and wreck your windshield too
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| I just don’t know how the people stand it, I guess they do
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| ‘Cause they’re all still there in their thermal underwear
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| In the village of the sun
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| Village of the sun, ah ah
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| Village of the sun, son
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| (Sun Village to you, you-hou-hou-hou)
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| (Sun Village to you, you-hou-hou-hou)
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| […]
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Some take the bible for what it’s worth
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| When it says that the meek shall inherit the Earth
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| Well, I heard that some sheik has bought your country last week
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| An’ you, suckers, ain’t gettin’ nothin’
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| Is Hare Rama really wrong
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| If you wander around with a napkin on
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| With a bell on a stick an’ your hair is all gone?
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| The geek shall inherit nothin’
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| You say your life’s a bum deal and you’re against the wall…
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| You ain’t even got no deal at all
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| You know, what they do in Washington
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| They just takes care of NUMBER ONE an’ NUMBER ONE ain’t YOU
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| You ain’t even NUMBER TWO
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| Those Jesus Freaks, well, they’re friendly but
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| The shit they believe has got their minds all shut
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| An’ they don’t even care when the church takes a cut
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| Ain’t it bleak when you’ve got so much nothing?
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| Awright, Denny
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| (Why don’t you guys sit down so they can see? Go on, we’re gonna be here for a while. Sit down!)
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| Eat that pork, eat that ham
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| Laugh till you choke on Billy Graham
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| Moses, Aaron an’ Abraham…
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| They’re all a waste of time
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| And it’s your ass that’s on the line
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| IT’S YOUR ASS THAT’S ON THE LINE
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| Do what you wanna, do what you will
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| Just don’t mess up your neighbor’s thrill
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| An’ when you pay the bill kindly leave a tip
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| And help the next poor sucker on his one-way trip…
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| SOME TAKE THE BIBLE…
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| (Aw, gimme about a dozen for the hotel room!)
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| [Denny Walley] City of tiny lites
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| Don’t you wanna go?
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| Hear the 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 blankets
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| Keep you warm
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| Tiny pillows
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| Tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny sheets
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| Talkin’ ‘bout them tiny cookies
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| That the peoples eat
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| City of tiny lites
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| Well, 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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| [FZ] 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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| 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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| [Denny Walley] City of tiny lites
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| Don’t you wanna go?
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| Hear the 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 blankets
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| Keep you warm
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| Tiny pillows
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| Hey, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny sheets
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| Talkin’ ‘bout them tiny cookies
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| That the peoples eat
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| That the peoples eat
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| That the peoples eats
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| That the peoples eat
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| Over there
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| And it’s over there
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| And it’s over there
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| Is over there
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| Is over there
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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 G.I.’s because the name of this song is “Conehead”
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| [FZ] Conehead…
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| She ain’t really dumb
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| She’s just a conehead…
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| Potato chip crumbs all over her face
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| Is there any more beer stashed away in her place?
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| She’s just a conehead…
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| She can’t help herself
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| A Conehead
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| Pitch her a ring
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| That is the thing that’s getting her hot-uh
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| A hoop or a ring goin’ over the top
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| Of her conehead
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| [Ike Willis] “She is from a small town in France”
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| [FZ] That’s what she gives me is…
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| Conehead
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| When she’s on her knees the point is so high
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| I keep sayin’: “Please keep it out of my eye”
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| She’s just a conehead…
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| Remulak, Remulak, Remulak
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| I’m coming back
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| Remulak, Remulak, Remulak
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| [Repeat]
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| [Instrumental]
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| Flakes! Flakes!
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| Flakes! Flakes!
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| [FZ] They don’t do no good, they never be workin’
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| When they oughta should, they waste your time
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| They’re wastin’ mine
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| California’s got the most of them
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| Boy, they got a host of them
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| Swear t’God, they got the most
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| At every business on the coast
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| Swear t’God, they got the most
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| At every business on the coast
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| They got the Flakes
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| Flakes! Flakes!
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| They can’t fix yer brakes, you ask ‘em: “Where’s my motor?”
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| “Well, it was eaten by snakes…”, you can stab an’ shoot an’ spit
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| But they won’t be fixin’ it
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| They’re lyin’ an’ lazy
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| They can be drivin’ you crazy
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| Swear t’God, they got the most
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| At every business on the coast
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| Swear t’God, they got the most
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| At every business on the coast
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| Take it away, Bob!
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| [Denny Walley?] I asked just as nice as I could
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| If my job would
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| Somehow be finished by Friday
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| Well, the whole damn weekend came an’ went, Frankie
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| [FZ] Wanna buy some acid, Bob?
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| [Denny Walley?] You know what? They didn’t do nothin’
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| But then they charged me double for Sunday!
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| Well, you know, no matter what you say or do
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| They gonna cheat an’ rob you
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| And then they’ll send you a bill
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| That’ll get your senses reelin’
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| And if you do not pay
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| They got computer collectors
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| (Can’t even find my harp)
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| And then they’ll get you so crazy
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| ‘Til your head’ll go through the ceilin’
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| [FZ] I’m a moron an’ this is my wife
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| She’s frosting a cake with a paper-knife
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| All what we got here’s American made
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| It’s a little bit cheesy but it’s nicely displayed
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| Well, we don’t get excited when it crumbles an’ breaks
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| We just get on the phone and call up some Flakes
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| They rush on over an’ wreck it some more
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| An’ we are so dumb they’re linin’ up at our door
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| Well, my toilet went crazy yesterday afternoon
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| The plumber he says: “Never flush a tampoon”
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| This great information cost me half a week’s pay
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| And the toilet blew up later on the next day-ay-eee-ay
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| Yeah ay-eee-ay yeah ay-eee-ay
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| Yeah ay-eee-ay blew up the next day
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| Woo-ooo
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| We are millions an’ millions, we’re coming to get you
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| We’re protected by unions, so don’t let it upset you
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| Can’t escape the conclusion, it’s probably God’s Will
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| That civilization will grind to a standstill
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| And we are the people who will make it all happen
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| While yer children is sleepin’ yer puppy is crappin’
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| You might call us Flakes or something else you might coin us
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| We know you’re so greedy that you’ll probably join us
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| We’re coming to get you, we’re coming to get you
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| We’re coming to get you, we’re coming to get you
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| We’re coming to get you, we’re coming to get you
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| We’re coming to get you, we’re coming to get you
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| Ooh, the way you love me, lady
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| I get so hard now I could die
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| Ooh, the way you love me, sugar
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| I get so hard now I could die
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| Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out
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| Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size
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| Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out
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| Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size
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| Ooh, the way you squeeze me, baby
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| Red balloons just pop behind my eyes
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| Ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl
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| Red balloons just pop behind my eyes
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| Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out
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| Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size
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| Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out
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| Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size
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| Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh
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| Oh, you got that kind of love that lingers
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| Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh
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| This here bed’s got Magic Fingers
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| Been a-rollin’ in the bed since the show got out
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| Now I’m gettin’ weak in the knees
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| Musta did it eighty, ninety times, it might have been a hundred
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| But you’re the kind of girl that I really wanna please
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| You’re the kind of girl that I really wanna please
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| Oh no
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| Oh no
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| Do you really wanna please me?
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| You know I do
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| Aaah, tell me why you do it? I really wanna know
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| Well, it wouldn’t be right for me to tell you tonight
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| You better tell me right away or I’ll pack up and go!
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| Don’t get mad, it ain’t no big thing
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| You better tell me right away, don’t you treat me cold
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| Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
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| I’m holding it
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| It’s good for you
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| I’m holding it
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| It’s good for you
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| I’m holding it
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| It’s good for you
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| I’m holding it
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| Let go of it now
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| Dreamed I was an Eskimo
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| Poo-poo da-die-ya doop doop da doo da
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| Frozen wind began to blow
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| Poo-poo da-die-ya doop doop da doo da
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| Under my boots an’ around my toe
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| Poo-poo da-die-ya doop doop da doo da
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| Frost had bit the ground below
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| Poo-poo da-die-ya doop doop da doo da
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| It was a hundred degrees below zero
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| Poo-poo da-die-ya doop doop da doo da
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| And my momma cried:
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| “You don’t really look like an Eskimo”
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| And my momma cried:
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| “You don’t really look like an Eskimo”
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| And my mama cried again:
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| “You don’t really look like an Eskimo
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| Nanook, no, no
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| Nanook, no, no
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| Don’t be a naughty Eskimo, hey-y-y!
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| I can’t tell you my problem
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| I can’t tell you my problem
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| You can’t hear my problem
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| If you have any problem
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|
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| Save your money: don’t go to the show”
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| Well, I turned around an’ I said:
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| “HO HO”
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| Well, I turned around an’ I said:
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| “HO HO”
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| Well, I turned around an’ I said:
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| “HO HO”
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| An’ the northern lites commenced t’glow
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|
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| “WATCH OUT WHERE THE HUSKIES GO
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| AN’ DON’T YOU EAT THAT YELLOW SNOW
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| WATCH OUT WHERE THE HUSKIES GO
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| AN’ DON’T YOU EAT THAT YELLOW SNOW”
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| Well, right about that time, people
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| A fur trapper
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| Who was strictly from commercial
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| A dibbe jabbe dabbe zabbe doo dah
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| Dibbe dibba doo dah dah
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| Strictly commercial
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| Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igyaloo
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| Peek-a-boo
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| And he started in to whippin’ on my fav’rite baby seal
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| With a lead-filled snow shoe…
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| “With a lead…
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| Lead…
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| With a lead-filled…
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| Lead-filled…
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| With a lead-filled snow shoe…”
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| Snow shoe
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| He said: “Peak-a-boo”
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| Peek-a-boo
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| “With a lead…
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| Lead…
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| Lead-filled…
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| Lead-filled…
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| With a lead-filled snow shoe…”
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| Snow shoe
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| He said: “Peak-a-boo”
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| Peek-a-boo
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|
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| He went right upside the head of my favorite baby seal
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| Hit him on the nose, and hit him on the fin and he hit him on the snout and then he…
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|
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| You know, that got me just about as evil as ▶ an Eskimo boy can be…
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| So I reached down an’ bent down an’ scooped down an’ gathered up a generous mitten full of the deadly…
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| Yellow snow
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| The deadly yellow snow from right there where the huskies go
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| (That’s right!)
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| And then I proceeded to rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous circular motion hitherto kno—… hitherto unknown to the people in this area
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| No, Frank, no
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| A case of the […] Rub it!
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| Hey… hey… hey
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|
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| And I pounced
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| And I pounced again
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|
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| And jumped up an’ down the chest of the…
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| ✄ Great Googly-Moogly!
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| I injured the fur trapper
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| Well, he was really messed up, you know what I mean?
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| Had that stuff hanging off of his eyes
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| And it was at that moment, in time and space
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| When he realized
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| “I CAN’T SEE”
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| Do do do-do do do do yeah!
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| “I CAN’T SEE”
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| Do do do-do do do do yeah!
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| “I CAN’T SEE”
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| Do do do-do do do do
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| “I CAN’T SEE”
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| Do do do-do do do do
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|
|
| “He took a dog-doo snow cone an’ stuffed it in my right eye
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| He took a dog-doo snow cone an’ stuffed it in my other eye
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| An’ the huskie wee-wee, I mean, the doggie wee-wee has blinded me
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| Oh God, I can’t see, temporarily”
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|
|
| Well, as you know, whenever any kind of conflict might arise between a person named Nanook
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| And a fur trapper
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| There’s only one way that you can get it fixed up
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| You have to go trudgin’ across the tundra…
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| Mile after mile
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| All the way down to the parish of Saint Alfonzo…
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| Saint Alfonzo is the patron saint of the smelt fishermen of Portuguese extraction
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| And now it’s time for Ed to play the lick that takes us to Alfonzo country
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| That’s right, here we are!
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|
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| At Saint Alfonzo’s pancake breakfast
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| Where I stole the mar-juh-rene
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| An’ widdled on the bingo cards in lieu of the latrine
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|
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| I saw a handsome parish lady
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| Make her entrance like a queen
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| Why, she was totally chenille and her old man was a Marine
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|
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| As she abused a sausage pattie
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| Boogie boogie boogie boogie
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| And said: “Why don’t you treat me mean?”
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| Oooh, boogie boogie
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| Oooh, boogie boogie
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|
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| At Saint Alfonzo’s pancake breakfast
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| Hah! Good God! Get off the bus!
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| Where I stole the mar-juh-rene…
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|
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| [Instrumental]
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| Saint Alfonzo
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| Saint Alfonzo
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| Saint Alfonzo
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| Saint Alfonzo
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| Ooo-ooo-WAH
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| Get on your feet an’ do the funky Alfonzo!
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|
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| Father Vivian O’Blivion
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| Resplendent in his frock
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| Was whipping up the batter
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| For the pancakes of his flock
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| He was looking rather bleary
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| (He forgot to watch the clock)
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|
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| ‘Cause the night before
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| Behind the door
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| A leprechaun had stroked…
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|
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| The night before
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| Behind the door
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| A leprechaun had stroked…
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| (He stroked it!)
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| The night before
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| Behind the door
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| A leprechaun had stroked his…
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| Sma-ah-ah
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| He stroked his smock
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|
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| Set him off in such a frenzy
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| He sang ✄ “Lock around the crock”
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| An’ he topped it off with a…
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| An’ he topped it off with a…
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| An’ he topped it off with a…
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| WOO WOO WOO
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| WOO WOO WOO
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| WOO WOO WOO
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|
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| As he stumbled on his cock
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| He was delighted as it stiffened
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| And ripped right through his sock
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| “Oh, Saint Alfonzo would be proud of me
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| Proud of me
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| Proud of me”
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|
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| He shouted down the block
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|
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| Dominus vo-bisque’em ▶
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| Et cum spear a tu-tu, oh
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| Won’t you eat my sleazy pancakes
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| Just for Saintly Alfonzo?
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| They’re so light an’ fluffy-white
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| We’ll raise a fortune by tonite
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| They’re so light an’ fluffy-white
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| We’ll raise a fortune by tonite
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| They’re so light an’ fluffy-brown
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| They’re the finest in the town
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| They’re so light an’ fluffy-brown
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| They’re the finest in the town
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|
|
| Good morning, Your Highness ▶
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| Ooo-ooo-ooo
|
| I brought you your snow shoes ▶
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| Ooo-ooo-ooo
|
|
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| Good morning, Your Highness
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| Ooo-ooo-ooo
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| I brought you your snow shoes
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| Ooo-ooo-ooo
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|
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| Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Nanook
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| Na-na-na-na-na-Nanook-oh
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| Nanook
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| Rubs it
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| Saint…
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| Al…
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| Al…
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| Fo-fo-fo…
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| Fo-fo-fo-fo-fo-fonzo
|
|
|
| Saint Alfonzo really loves it when he rubs it for him
|
|
|
| I have seen him rubbin’ it
|
| I have seen him rubbin’ it
|
| I have… I have a-seen him stroke his weenie
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| It was teenie
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| Rub it, rub it, rub it, rub it, rub
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| Nanook rubs it, Alfie loves it
|
| Nanook rubs it, Alfie loves it
|
| Nanook rubs it, Alfie loves it
|
| Nanook is rubbin’ it, an’ Alfie is lovin’ it
|
|
|
| Saint Alfonzo, can you hear us praying to you?
|
| Can you fix my Chevy?
|
| Boy, you’re really heavy!
|
| Here’s the church and here’s the steeple
|
| Open up and see the people
|
| Some are kneelin’, some are standin’
|
| All the money they are handing
|
| To some asshole with a basket
|
| Where it goes we dare not ask it
|
|
|
| Nanook rubs it, Alfie loves it
|
| This here basket, really shoves it
|
| Here’s your quarter, here’s your dollar
|
| Let’s play “Ring around the collar”
|
| Hup! Hey, get it now!
|
| We get it now! We get now your little gifts
|
|
|
| THANK YOU
|
| THANK YOU
|
| THANK YOU
|
| THANK YOU
|
| THANK YOU
|
| THANK YOU
|
| THANK YOU
|
| THANK YOU, FRIENDS!
|
|
|
| [FZ] Vince Colaiuta, Arthur Barrow, Tommy Mars, Ike Willis, Denny Walley, Peter Wolf, Ed Mann. Thank you!
|
| [FZ] “Bamboozled by love”. Everybody rock.
|
| One, two
|
|
|
| [Ike Willis] Bamboozled by love
|
| Oh Lord, the shit done hit the fan
|
| Bamboozled by love
|
| Oh Lord, the shit done hit the fan
|
|
|
| The way that girl been carryin’ on
|
| I swear I just don’t understand
|
| Don’t understand
|
| You know, I treat her nice and kind
|
| The way no other lover can
|
| You know, I treat her nice and kind
|
| The way no other lover can
|
| I came home the other day and she was
|
| Suckin’ off some other man, some other man
|
|
|
| I ain’t the type for beggin’
|
| I ain’t the type to plead
|
| If she don’t change those evil ways
|
| I’m goin’ to make her bleed
|
| She can scream and she can holler
|
| Bang her head all along the wall
|
| If she don’t give me what I want
|
| She gonna have no head at all
|
|
|
| Bamboozled by love
|
| I said she fooled around too long
|
| Bamboozled by love
|
| I said she fooled around too long
|
| I am mad and gettin’ meaner
|
| I am here and she is gone
|
| I know she’s gone, gone, gone
|
| The reason you ain’t seen her
|
| She is underneath the lawn
|
| I said the lawn, lawn
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
|
|
| Hey, I ain’t the type for beggin’
|
| I ain’t the type to plead
|
| If she don’t change those evil ways
|
| I’m gonna make her bleed
|
| She can scream and she can holler
|
| Bang her head all along the wall
|
| If she don’t give me what I want
|
| She gonna have no head at all
|
|
|
| Bamboozled by love
|
| I said she fooled around too long
|
| Bamboozled by love
|
| Oh Lord, I said she fooled around too long
|
| I am mad and gettin’ meaner
|
| I am here and she is gone
|
| And the reason you ain’t seen her, seen her
|
| Is she is underneath the lawn
|
|
|
| Thank you!
|
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