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Hold on to that lead they sometimes pull so tight |
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And there\'s bad boy oscar he been up all night |
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And if oxygen ran out you know he just won\'t care |
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It\'ll be like \"throw that stick one more time of there\"! |
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And we went |
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Woh! poodle rockin baby |
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Poodle rockin |
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My mind was a mess |
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Before you brought happiness |
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And we went |
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Woh! poodle rockin baby |
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Poodle rockin |
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You\'re chasing sticks and stones |
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Like you just don\'t care at all |
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Dear round alice she been sick outta sight |
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She\'s just ate three whole boxes of turkish delight |
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Oh waggy waggy tail and chasing sticks and stones |
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Those victory laps and sgt pepper tones |
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And we went |
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Woh! poodle rockin baby |
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Poodle rockin |
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My mind was a mess |
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Before you brought happiness |
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And we went |
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Woh! poodle rockin |
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Poodle rockin |
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You\'re chasing sticks and stones |
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Like you just don\'t care at all |