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(Charles E. Calhoun) |
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Well, pick me a town in any clime |
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People like a rockin' time |
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Stay awake both day and night |
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And everybody's feeling good and right |
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Then throw me |
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Smack dab in the middle |
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Smack dab in the middle |
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Smack dab in the middle |
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Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul |
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I want ten Cadillacs and a diamond mill |
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Ten suits of clothes all dressed to kill |
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Ten room house and-a some barbecue |
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And-a fifty chicks none over twenty-two |
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Then throw me |
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Smack dab in the middle |
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Smack dab in the middle |
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Smack dab in the middle |
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Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul |
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I want a lotta bread and gangs of meat |
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Oodles of butter and something sweet |
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Gallons of coffee to wash it down |
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And bi-carbonated soda by the pound |
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Smack dab in the middle |
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Smack dab in the middle |
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Smack dab in the middle |
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Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul |
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Well, I want a big jazz band, a lotta dancing girls |
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A street that's paved with natural pearl |
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Bring me a wagonload of bonds and stocks |
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And then open up the doors to Fort Knox |
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Then throw me |
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Smack dab in the middle |
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Smack dab in the middle |
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Smack dab in the middle |
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Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul |
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Soul, soul, soul |
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Smack dab, smack dab, smack dab... |
