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Oh Kari I'm coming home |
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Oh Kari I'm coming home |
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Gatorade and lemonade |
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And lying naked in the shade |
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Sniff and stuff and dip and snuff |
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Till I think I have enough |
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And then I gonna get up if I can |
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Oh Kari I'm coming home |
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Oh Kari I'm coming home |
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The sky is green and in between |
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Somebody says the water's clean |
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But I bet's just a dream by |
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The President is popping pilles |
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And paying all the old folks' bills |
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And wearing a silver spoon around his neck |
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Oh Kari I'm coming home |
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Oh Kari I'm coming home |
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An evil eye from the FBI |
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Came walking by and caught my eye |
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And I told him carefully buddy I am James Bond (don't show) |
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He caught my bluff and took my stuff |
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And hit me till he'd had enough |
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And took me to a place I'm not fond of |
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Oh Kari I won't be home |
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Oh Kari I won't be home |
