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I was tired of my lady We'd been together too long Like a worn out recording Of a favorite song
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Now, I lay me down to sleep Ooh, I just can't find a beat Flash light (ohh, I will never dance!)
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Blue-jean baby L.A. lady Seamstress for the band
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I'm just mad about saffron
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Old Godzilla was hopping around Tokyo City like a big playground When suddenly Batman burst from the shade
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But that's just perfect for an Amish like me You know, I shun fancy things like electricity
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You spin me right 'round, baby, right 'round
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Steve walks warily down the street With his brim pulled way down low Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet Machine guns ready to go
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Clowns to the left of me! Jokers to the right! Here I am stuck in the middle with you.
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I'm blueDa ba dee da ba di Da ba dee da ba di Da ba dee da ba di
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Wynona's got herself a big brown beaver And she shows it off to all her friends One day, you know, that beaver tried to leave her, So she caged him up with cyclone fence Along came Lou with the old baboon And said Recognize that smell? Smells like seven layers, That beaver eats Taco Bell
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Life is a highwayI wanna ride it all night long
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Day-o, day-o Daylight come and we want go home
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Like a true nature's child We were born Born to be wild We can climb so high I never wanna die
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It's just no good anymore since you went away Now I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday
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Let me take you on a little trip My supersonic ship's at your disposal If you feel so inclined. Well alright. We're gonna travel faster than light So do up your overcoat tight And you'll go anywhere you want to decide. Well alright.
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There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium, And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium,
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I got it from AgnesShe got it from Jim We all agree it must have been Louise who gave it to him
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Hail (Hail), what's the matter with your head, yeah Hail (Hail), what's the matter with your mind and your sign
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We rock at dawn on the front line Like a bolt right out of the blue The sky's alight with the guitar fight Heads will roll and rock tonight For those about to rock, we salute you
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