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Well, Downtown Charlie |
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Was a place on my daddie's and a |
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Well my pistol was a tripper |
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And I didn't feel so bad |
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Well be comin' round with roses |
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Put my hands on my feet |
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And my turnin' to the luck picture |
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I put my neat |
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Well, the gang's all here |
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And I'm feelin' fine |
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Ah, you gotta lose your mind |
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He was a countdown |
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Oh, that was a downtown |
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Said, swing low slicker |
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Future goin' lover |
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All is goin' good |
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I forgot my rubber |
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A pi-sa (never mind), my sexy |
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All I wanna do is get on my feet |
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Na, na...oh, the boy's coming home |
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(Around this time, Steven screams |
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something I won't even try to make out) |
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Downtown Charlie |
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Said, Downtown Charlie |
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(Repeat) |
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(And never mind the screamin' parts...impossible) |
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Just call him if you're good |
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Rockin' fat if the machine was a roll |
