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Brother Pele's in the back, sweet Zina's in the front |
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Cruisin' down the freeway in the hot, hot sun |
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Suddenly red-blue lights flash us from behind |
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Loud voice booming, "Please step out onto the line" |
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Pele preaches words of comfort, Zina just hides her eyes |
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Policeman taps his shades, "Is that a Chevy '69?" |
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How bizarre |
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How bizarre, how bizarre |
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Destination unknown, as we pull in for some gas |
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Freshly pasted poster reveals a smile from the past |
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Elephants and acrobats, lions snakes monkey |
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Pele speaks "righteous," Sister Zina says "funky" |
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How bizarre |
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How bizarre, how bizarre |
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Ooh, baby (Ooh, baby) |
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It's making me crazy (It's making me crazy) |
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Everytime I look around |
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Everytime I look around (Everytime I look around) |
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Everytime I look around |
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It's in my face |
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Ring master steps out and says "the elephants left town" |
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People jump and jive, but the clowns have stuck around |
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TV news and camera, there's choppers in the sky |
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Marines, police, reporters ask where, for and why |
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Pele yells, "We're outta here," Zina says, "Right on" |
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We're making moves and starting grooves before they knew we were gone |
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Jumped into the Chevy and headed for big lights |
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Wanna know the rest? Hey, buy the rights... |
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How bizarre |
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How bizarre, how bizarre |
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Ooh, baby (Ooh, baby) |
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It's making me crazy (It's making me crazy) |
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Everytime I look around |
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Everytime I look around (Everytime I look around) |
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Everytime I look around |
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It's in my face |