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Gretta's flunky, some boot-licking lackey, some wild-eyed Romeo |
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Winds op the mountain with Rio down below |
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Drives too slowly past a burning impromptu altar |
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Attended by no one of visible means |
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Could be a warning shining us on, but we're far too gone |
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We're on our way to see some Johnny |
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Representing the mambo |
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Representing the mambo... mambo... mambo oooh.. mambo |
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Rounding the corner we come to a halt |
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Doors fly open as we prepare for assault |
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Out from the shadows step the dangerous boys |
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Hands hiding weapons, they treat them like toys |
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Debutante Gretta, the taxidermist's daughter |
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She knows what to say |
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She knows how to mingle, she knows the lingo |
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Muchachos wh're here to see Johnny |
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Representing the mambo |
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Representing the mambo... mambo... mambo oooh.. mambo |
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Gretta leads us through the stone carved archway |
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Into the school of samba, the place of sacred rites |
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We push through a gauntlet of limpwristed handshakes |
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And empty cotillion air kisses |
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Gretta smiles as we make our way to the bar |
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The new crowd says I remind them of Frank |
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Who died of excessive nymphets |
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In Barcelona... in Barcelona |
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Who's that with Gretta? You know how she is... |
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Yeah, never the same one twice |
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I wonder if by any chance you would like a piece of cake |
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No thank you, my ears are too sweet now |
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A strange choice of work, but forensically it's true |
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Sudden thunder clap drum roll |
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Gretta's on the stage... she's a honey of a hun |
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This blue-eyed angel girl |
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Announces proudly to everyone in the room |
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Senhores y senores here's Johnny |
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Representing the mambo |
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Representing the mambo... mambo... mambo oooh.. mambo |
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Gretta Gretta I've got to slip away |
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It just won't work between us |
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Your daddy runs the house of pain |
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You are the taxidermist's daughter |