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Bimbo, Bimbo, where ya gonna go-e-o |
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Bimbo, Bimbo, whatcha gonna do-e-o |
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Bimbo, Bimbo, does your mommy know |
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That you're goin' down the road to see a little girleo. |
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Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends, |
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And every time he passes by, they all invite him in. |
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He'll clap his hands and sing and dance, and talk his baby talk, |
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With a hole in his pants and his knees a-stickin' out, he's just big enough to walk. |
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Bimbo, Bimbo, where ya gonna go-e-o |
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Bimbo, Bimbo, whatcha gonna do-e-o |
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Bimbo, Bimbo, does your mommy know |
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That you're goin' down the road to see a little girleo. |
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Bimbo's got two big blue eyes that light up like a star, |
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And the way to light them up is to buy him candy bars. |
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Crackerjacks and bubblegum will start his day off right, |
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All the girlies follow him just a-beggin' him for a bite. |
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Bimbo, Bimbo, candy on your face-e-o, |
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Bimbo, Bimbo, chewin' on your gum-e-o. |
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Bimbo, Bimbo, when you gonna grow |
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Everybody loves you, little baby |
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Bimbo. You never catch him sittin' still, he's just the rovin' kind, |
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Altho' he's just a little boy, he's got a grown-up mind. |
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He's always got a shaggy dog a-pullin' at his clothes, |
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And everybody calls to him as down the street he goes. |
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Bimbo, Bimbo, where ya gonna go-e-o |
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Bimbo, Bimbo, whatcha gonna do-e-o |
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Bimbo, Bimbo, does your mommy know |
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That you're goin' down the road to see a little girl-e-o |
