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Mr. Jones, put a wiggle in your stride |
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Loosen up, I believe he'll be alright |
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Changing clothes, now he's got ventilated slacks |
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Bouncing off the walls, Mr. Jones is back |
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Bulge out and wind your waist |
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Tight pants and got curly hair |
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Drinking cold beer from metal cans |
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Moonshine and handi-wipes |
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Mr. Jones is back in town |
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It's his lucky day |
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Hold up your hands and shout |
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Jones is on his way |
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Pitter pat, Mr. Jones is back in town |
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Aces high and now his pants are falling down |
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He looks so fine in those patent leather shoes |
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Mr. Jones, you look tired, I believe you'll be alright |
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Sales men, conventioneers |
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Some rock stars with tambourines |
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Short skirts and skinny legs |
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Selling Bibles and real estate |
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It's a big day for Mr. Jones |
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He is not so square |
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Mr. Jones will stick around |
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He's everybody's friend |
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Fast cars and motorbikes |
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I'm sure glad, he's on our side |
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The Jones gang down at the bar |
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Watch out, this time they've gone too far |
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They call for Mr. Jones |
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They put him in charge |
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Mr. Jones will help us out |
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He's a lucky guy |
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It is Mr. Jones' birthday party |
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For another year |
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In his hotel room party favors |
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It's a holiday |
