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Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus |
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The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed |
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On the very next day, with a nose full of pus |
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Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread |
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Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread |
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Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread |
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It's a one-track town, just brown and a breeze too |
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Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out |
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For Wichita in a pile of fruit |
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Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout |
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Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout |
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Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout |
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Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle |
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Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it |
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Slap that drummer with a pie that smells |
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Take me down to California, baby |
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Take me down to California, baby |
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Take me down to California, baby |
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Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus |
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The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed |
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On the very next day, with a nose full of pus |
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Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread |
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Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread |
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Yeah, heavy and a bottle of bread |
