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Well the dog act got drunk again last night |
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And the king and queen of the waltz clog team |
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Had another fight |
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King was careless with his tango grip |
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Nearly lost his queen in a dip |
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Yeah, she righted herself, straightened out her slip |
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And kicked him in the shin |
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Miss Billy Begonia thinks she's hit the "big time" |
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She wants a thick red rug |
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From the dressing room door to the front line of the footlights |
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She's got a sky blue swansdown powder puff |
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And a corset to keep her spirits up |
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Yeah, she don't sweat, she sours and melts |
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Like ice cream in the sun |
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She'll be out of a job at the end of this three week run |
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We're havin' fun out here |
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On Panic Beach |
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All the Vaudeville bums are here |
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Out on Panic Beach |
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I hear them talk about the Palace |
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But it's so far out of reach |
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So I'll do my time |
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Then say goodbye to Panic Beach |
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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
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The visionary theatric |
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Strikes a juggler's seesaw tune |
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And the dying swan pirouettes and fawns |
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By the light of the street lamp moon |
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When my trunk is filled with taffeta |
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Those "big time" hacks won't laugh at us |
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When my taps are made of silver |
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I can make the kiddies thrill for just one buck and wing |
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Yeah, I will nail them to my heel |
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And the Panic Choir sings |
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Here comes a lucky little thing |
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To Panic Beach |
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Yeah, you know we got to teach him how to sing |
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While we're stuck on Panic Beach |
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Ah, the way ya hear 'em say it |
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Doesn't seem so outta reach |
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So I'll do my time |
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Then say goodbye to Panic Beach |
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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
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Well the landlord gets a free show |
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Every Saturday at six |
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Sometimes on a Sunday, |
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All dependin' on whatever kind of mood he's in |
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I keep his glass filled up with Sherry |
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And sing him all his favorite songs |
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If a tear comes to his eye he may let a month go by |
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Before he takes away my key |
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Oh, that Sherry starts to taste real good to me |
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Hey Mama, look at me |
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On Panic Beach |
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I may be hungry but my rent is free |
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Up on Panic Beach |
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Yeah, I can almost see the Palace |
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No longer outta reach |
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So I'll do my time |
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Then say goodbye to Panic Beach |
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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
