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Feeling kind of bony |
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On the telephoney |
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Talking to marconi |
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Eating rice-a-roni |
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Nominated for a tony |
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For acting like a phoney |
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Watching twilight zoney |
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On my forty-two inch sony |
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This is just a long song |
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It ain't no poem |
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Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
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It's like sitting in the kitchen |
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When the music's really bitchin' |
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Your nose it starts to itchin' |
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As you count your old age pension |
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Did i forget to mention |
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The ride that i was hitchin' |
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To the aluminum convention |
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I had such good intention |
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Keep your cotton pickin' fingers off |
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My song poem |
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And leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
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Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
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Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
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Don't forget your toothbrush |
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Your hairbrush and your comb |
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Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
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Got a big ol' dog |
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A chrome crowbar |
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I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car |
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Me and billy shakespeare |
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Stepped out to get a root beer |
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We sat together so near |
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People thought we were queer |
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Punctuated by the big scare |
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We joined the air force right there |
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To defend our country first class |
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Who couldn't give a rat's ass |
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Don't you tell me that the white house is my home |
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Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
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Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
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Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
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Don't forget your toothbrush |
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Your hairbrush and your comb |
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Leave the lights on till your baby gets home |
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Got a big ol' dog |
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A big iron bar |
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I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car |
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It's like kissing greta garbo with a mouth full of marbles |
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Like trying to cash a paycheck in the middle of a train wreck |
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Leave the lights on |
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Leave the lights on |
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Like trying to get aroundo in a carmade of bondo |
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Like speaking german lingo to a dog named dingo - plotz!! |
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Leave the lights on |
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Leave the lights on |
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Like a french fried quesadilla |
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In a franchised pizzeria |
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Leave the lights on |
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Leave the lights on |
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A big iron bar |
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I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car. |
