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Tremelo blooz, ain't got nothin' to loose |
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Ain't got nothin' but those tumblin', mumbling blooz |
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Brains came out first when |
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I was born |
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I bent down to catch a rose and |
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I caught a thorn |
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Hey Miss Monkey, how d'ya get so blue? |
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Monkey looked up with her teary eyes and said |
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I've been missin' you.... |
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She got those tremelo blooz, ain't got nothin' to loose |
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Ain't got nothin' but those tumblin', mumbling blooz |
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Hello Chickey you've been packed away |
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For nine months and a cold |
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December day |
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Your yellow body's crumpled and covered with doo |
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Here's a microphone, |
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Chickey sing whatever you choose... |
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Chickey got those tremelo blooz, ain't got nothin' to loose |
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He ain't got nothin' but those tumblin', mumbling blooz |
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My friend |
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Froggie, collapsed back stage |
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Face down in a pile of cocaine |
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The rocker doctor said he had the flu |
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But Froggie felt it deep inside |
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He knew exactly what he had to do... |
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He sing those tremelo blooz, he ain't got nothin' to loose |
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He ain't got nothin' but those tumblin', mumbling blooz |
