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Well the wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back |
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And left me at home by myself to batch |
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And after five straight nights of |
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TV I was ready to scream |
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So I called up this beer drinkin' buddy of mine |
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I said, "Bill, I ain't havin' a real good time" |
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He said, "Why don't we go to the rasslin' matchesAnd let off a little steam?" |
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The main event was the |
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Spider from parts unknown |
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With his trusty partner, the |
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Blue Cyclone |
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They was takin' on a team that never had been beat |
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Now I'd never seen the matches before |
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And the crowd was backed up plumb out the door |
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But me an' ol' |
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Bill lucked out and got ringside seats |
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Well then they rang the bell and all |
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Hell broke loose |
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My legs was shakin' like a rubber goose |
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I'd never seen anything like this, not even in the war! |
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The Cyclone put the |
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Vulture in an airplane spin |
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Then he body slammed him and he did it again |
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I swear, I didn't see how that old boy could take much more |
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It was right about then in the thick of things |
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My buddy Bill threw a chair in the ring |
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And that's when |
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I knew we'd better be headin' for the door' |
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Cause I saw the |
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Cyclone lookin' at us |
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And he was rubbin' his head and he started to cuss |
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And I knew if he caught us he'd break |
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Bill's neck for sure |
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Well, where we parked wasn't too far |
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And Bill ran so fast he beat me to the car |
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Locked the doors and wasn't about to let anybody in |
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And I turned around and the |
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Cyclone was there |
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And he said, "Hey punk, you forgot your chair!" |
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And by the look in his eyes, |
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I knew that this was the end |
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Then he body slammed me two or three times |
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And he put his arms around me from behind |
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Then he pile drived me right there in the hard concrete |
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Broke both my arms and three of my ribs |
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It's the closest, |
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I've ever come to being killed |
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And that's the last thing, |
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I remember 'fore he put me to sleep |
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Blue Cyclone |
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Blue Cyclone |
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Well, I woke up in a hospital bed just thinkin' |
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I believe |
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I coulda took him if |
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I hadn't been drinkin' |
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So the next time we meet, |
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I won't be on no binge' |
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Cause I hadn't been the same since we had that fight |
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And I see that |
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Cyclone in my dreams at night |
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And I'll never be satisfied 'til |
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I get revenge |
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So I called up |
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Bill and told him my plan |
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And all he said was, "Right on, man!I'd do the same darn thing if it'd been meIt all happened so quick when that car door slammedIt must a broke somethin', 'cause the door locks jammedYou was already down, he's gone time I got free" |
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Bill said, "Since you're thinkin' 'bout takin' him againI know two ol' boys that weigh 210They'd take on a grizzly with a switch in the woods at night" |
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Well, we talked it over, they said they's willin' |
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They'd stop at nothing, short of a killin' |
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Said, "Hoss, we'll back you as long as you wanna fight" |
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So we all went down to the |
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Hammerlock |
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BarThe hangout of all the rasslin' stars |
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And waited for the |
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Blue Cyclone to hit the door |
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Well, after a while, he finally appeared |
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And sat down at the bar and ordered a beer |
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And he barely took a sip 'fore |
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I stepped to the middle of the floor |
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I yelled, "Hey Cyclone! Remember me?I'm the guy you put to sleepOnly this time, you can see I'm not alone, ha haYou see them two big dudes over there?" |
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The Cyclone looked and said, "Over where?" |
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And I turned around, |
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I'm a son of a gun, they was gone! |
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Well, the |
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Cyclone looked at me and grinned |
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He said, "Okay punk, here we go againSeems to me that some guys never learn" |
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And then he waded through them tables and chairs |
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Put a full-nelson on me and grabbed my hair |
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And when he threw me to the floor, |
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I was startin' to get concerned |
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The next thing |
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I remember, they was carryin' me in |
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And the doctor said, "Oh no, you again?" |
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I said, "Doctor, how long you think it'll be this time?" |
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He said, "Boy, if you don't leave the Cyclone aloneOne of these days, you ain't goin' home!You'll need the undertaker's services, not mine" |
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Blue Cyclone |
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He's the meanest wrestler the ring has ever known |
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He'll make you groan, he'll make you moan |
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He'll lay you prone and break your bones |
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Blue Cyclone |
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The Blue Cyclone |
