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It's been raining here in Long Beach |
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The dampness in the air |
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Tends to straighten out my hair |
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Against my wishes |
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But the traces of a song reach |
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My tattered ear once more |
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Lend me courage to ignore |
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The smell of fishes |
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I was a drunken lout, I ran about |
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With ladies that I knew |
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I did 'em wrong all night long |
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Singing 23 skidoo |
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Huzahh...huzahh... |
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Once upon a time I was a kid |
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Well I don't know what happened then |
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But I'm warning all you younger men |
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On your way to Long Beach think again |
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You can't afford to settle down in Long Beach |
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I had a rack and coat, a paddle boat |
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I played the ukelele |
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Beneath the moon in June I'd croon |
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Won't you come on home little baby |
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Huzahh...huzahh... |
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Once upon a time I was a kid |
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But now my hair is turning gray |
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I'm getting fatter every day |
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If you got any sense you'll stay away |
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And never give another thought to Long Beach |
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And never give a moment's thought to Long Beach |