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Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers) |
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Jimmy carl black (drums) |
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Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano) |
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Elliot ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar) |
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You're probably wondering |
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Why i'm here |
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And so am i |
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So am i |
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Just as much as you wonder |
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'bout me bein' in this place |
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Yeah! |
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That's just how much i marvel |
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At the lameness on your face |
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You rise each day the same old way |
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And join your friends out on the street |
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Spray your hair |
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And think you're neat |
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I think your life is incomplete |
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But maybe that's not for me to say |
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They only pay me here to play |
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I wanna hear caravan with a drum solo |
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You're probably wondering |
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Why i'm here |
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And so am i |
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So am i |
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Just as much as you wonder |
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'bout me starin' back at you |
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Yeah! |
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That's just how much i question |
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The corny things you do |
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You paint your face and then you chase |
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To meet the gang where the action is |
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Stomp all night |
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And drink your fizz |
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Roll your car and say "gee whiz!" |
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You tore a big hole in your convertible top |
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What will you tell your mom and pop? |
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Mam, i tore a big hole in the convertible |
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You're probably wondering |
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Why i'm here |
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And so am i |
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So am i |
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Just as much as you wonder |
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If i mean just what i say |
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Yeah! |
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That's just how much i question |
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The social games you play |
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You told your mom you're stoked on tom |
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And went for a cruise in freddie's car |
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Tommy's asking |
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Where you are |
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You boogied all night in a cheesy bar |
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Plastic boots and plastic hat |
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And you think you know where it's at? |
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Yeah! |
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You're probably wondering |
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Why i'm here |
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(not that it makes a heck of a lot of a difference to ya) |
