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I was a city child with a dead-end smile |
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And a worm's-eye point of view |
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Oh I knew my way, I was a back-street stray |
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And I had my eyes on you |
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Now I got this friend and he's a screwdriver-jiver |
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You know, some kinda automobeat on the street |
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And he has converted me to rock'n'roll |
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I just wanna dance to |
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Honaloochie boogie yeah |
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Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine |
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Honaloochie boogie yeah |
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You sure started somethin' |
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Now my hair gets longer as the beat gets stronger |
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Wanna tell Chuck Berry my news |
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I get my kicks outta guitar licks |
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And I've sold my steel-toed shoes |
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Now I got this friend and he's a spider west-sider |
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You know, he's hung up on a protection rejection thing |
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But I have made him see the light |
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He just wanna dance to |
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Honaloochie boogie yeah |
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Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine |
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Honaloochie boogie yeah |
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You sure started somethin' |
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Honaloochie boogie yeah |
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Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine |
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Honaloochie boogie yeah |
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You sure started somethin' |
