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Just when I say |
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'Boy we can't miss |
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You are golden' |
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Then you do this |
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You say this guy is so cool |
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Snapping his fingers like a fool |
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One more expensive kiss-off |
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Who do you think I am |
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Lord I know you're a special friend |
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But you don't seem to understand |
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We got heavy rollers |
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I think you should know |
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Try again tomorrow |
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Can't you see they're laughing at me |
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Get rid off him |
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I don't care what you do at home |
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Would you care to explain |
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Who is the gaucho amigo |
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Why is he standing |
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In your spangled leather poncho |
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And your elevator shoes |
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Bodacious cowboys |
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Such as your friend |
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Will never be welcome here |
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High in the Custerdome |
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What I tell you |
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Back down the line |
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I'll scratch your back |
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You can scratch mine |
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No he can't sleep on the floor |
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What do you think I'm yelling for |
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I'll drop him near the freeway |
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Doesn't he have a home |
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Lord I know you're a special friend |
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But you refuse to understand |
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You're a nasty schoolboy |
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With no place to go |
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Try again tomorrow |
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Don't tell me he'll wait in the car |
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Look at you |
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Holding hands with the man from Rio |
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Would you care to explain |
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Who is the gaucho amigo |
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Why is he standing |
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In your spangled leather poncho |
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With the studs that match your eyes |
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Bodacious cowboys |
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Such as your friend |
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Will never be welcome here |
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High in the Custerdome |
