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Won't you strut Miss Lizzie, |
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Get busy! |
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I wanna see you walk; |
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Oh, the folks all see the way you syncopate, |
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Hear the whole town talk! |
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When you move so preety, |
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It's a pity |
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The other girlies frown, |
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But the men you meet |
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Like the way you shake your feet; |
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Oh, you knock'em dizzy, |
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Strut Miss Lizzie Brown! |
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Go down the street, by the school, |
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Pack your feet you struttin' fool! |
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Strut your stuff by the kirk, |
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Trot your tootsies by the church! |
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Through the alley, dodge the cans, |
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Shake Miss Ellie's pots and pans. |
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Cool your dog, we're comin' through, |
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Except for Lennox Avenue! |
