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In the north they call us rebels, in the south they call us |
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YankeesBecause every other suckers born to do the hokey-pokey |
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With the skillet lickin' time keepers |
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The grinnin' reapers of a missionary rock star |
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You can rock it like sir |
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SisyphusBut even in it's genesis it's really quite ridiculous' |
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Lectro hobo, so now you know |
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Not to clock the weeble wobble hot rod gang, revelator big bang |
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You can't hang with the heavinesses hung |
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Among the houses of the rising tongue |
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S'no fun to crack the axles but its gotta be done' |
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Cause whenever you wobble the weebles you know they get ticked-off |
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And in the season of bol-we evil speaking evil in your ear |
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And a pile of manure fertilizing all your fears |
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We yabba-dabba-doo all the way to |
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Shangri-la |
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Here it is with the rock 'n' roll outlaw |
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Where rock is criminal, criminals rock |
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Where rock is criminal, the criminals they rock |
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Where rock is criminal, criminals rock |
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Like thisHee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw |
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I'm a rock 'n' roll outlaw |
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Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw |
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YeahSo you can rock it like sir |
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SisyphusBut even in it's genesis it's really quite ridiculous' |
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Lectro hobo, so now you know |
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Not to clock the weeble wobble hot rod gang |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw |
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I'm a rock 'n' roll outlaw |
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Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw |
