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Like to tell you a story 'bout a man named Joe |
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He got a head, like a head, like a head like soap |
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Stands about five feet off the ground |
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Like a poor man, a poor man is always down |
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Can't you see, cant you see how he runs all quick? |
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I hope someday he gets hit by a stick |
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He dropped it down, it dropped him down |
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He came up, came up cruising in across the ground |
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He sit down, he sit down, he sit down today |
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I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope he can cut his way |
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Fly, fly, flash with the wind |
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Good god, good god, good god, never see him |
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I wonder, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder which way |
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You cruise the message, the message today |
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You stick to stick to stick to stick |
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What did you do about the fix? |
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How many lost and lost his head |
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How many men lost and lost his head |
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How many men, how many men lost his head? |
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I like to play one more time |
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Oh, I like to play one more time |
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Good god, don't let me down |
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How say the men underground? |
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Still bow your head down |
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For too many times he blows my horn |
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He says "Come on, come on, come on |
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Good god, go!" |
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Too down, look up at the sky |
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Face to face say goodbye |
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Hard way to say you'll stay |
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Too many men lost and lost his head |
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Ring, ring two more times |
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I stay, I stay, I stay for the blast |
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Home again, home again, taking a job |
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Hope you can blow your mind you set above |
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And the horn blows on |
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Oh, the horn blows on |
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How the, the horn, the horns blowing on |
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And the horn, the horn blew, blew |
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Blew on |
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Blew, blew, blew, blew |
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And the horn blew on, on, on |
