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Beer can stumblin' in the wind down Metropolitan |
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I'm all over the place |
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Trying to walk like nothing's happening |
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Lonesome goats like me |
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We got more balance than cheese on an onion ring |
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Beer can stumblin' down the street with clam shell eyes |
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Broke heart mumbling to the street down Berry Street and then |
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I walk a crooked line tryin' to act like nothing's happening |
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Bar-B-Q chips like me |
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We're a hot spot of jelly inside your Krispy Kreme |
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Broke heart mumbling |
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Tellin' ole God he's a honey baked ham |
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Here comes a feeling |
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And there it goes |
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Everybody knows that I'm light on my toes |
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Them Northside Angels are the sweetest thing you'll ever see |
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(Says me!) |
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Here comes a lady |
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And there she goes |
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Everybody knows where the wild wind blows |
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I put a Mississippi pickle in your Brooklyn buns for free |
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(That's me!) |
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Beer can stumblin' in the wind down Metropolitan |
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I got a frozen toe |
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Walking home like nothing's happening |
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Country moons like me |
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We got more fun than a flash fried chicken wing |
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Beer can stumblin' with a song in my heart through the coconut snow |
