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Straight from the ghetto streets of |
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Harlem, came two brothers |
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Willis and |
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Arnold, black goldfish swims in the bowl, he's three feet high, four with the afro. |
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Stealing cookies from the jar, droppin' water balloons on cars. |
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I hope Mrs. |
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Garret won't see, just play sick for |
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Mohammed Ali. the |
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Gooch is coming, to steal milk money. |
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Arnold, and |
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Willis, and |
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Mr. Drumond, and don't forget |
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Kimberly. |
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They just cancelled |
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Dukes of Hazard, |
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Different |
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Strokes is all |
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I want to see. |
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Way up high in the penthouse apartment, making us laugh its |
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Willis and |
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Arnold. Mr. |
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Drumond's got the dough, they get to ride in a limo |
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Different |
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Strokes, its almost time. |
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We just watch 'cause |
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Kimberly's fine. |
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Half hour long it never fills us, when he says, "What you talkin' 'bout Willis?". |
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Write the cable company, different strokes all the time. |
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Mr. Drumond, a man of the means, loves two black brothers, they've only got the blue jeans. |
