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Cosmic Charlie, "How do you do?" |
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Truckin' in style along the avenue |
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Dum de dum de doodley do |
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Go on home your mama's calling you |
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Kalico, kahlia tell me the news |
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Calamity's waitin' for the way to get to her |
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Rosy red and electric blue, I bought you |
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A paddle for your paper canoe |
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Say you'll come back, when you can |
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Whenever your airplane happens to land |
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Maybe I'll be back here too |
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It all depends on, what's with you |
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Hung up waiting for a windy day |
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Kite on ice, since the first of February |
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Mama keeps saying that, the wind might blow |
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But standing here I say, I just don't know |
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New ones coming as the old ones go |
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Every thing's moving here, but much too slow now |
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A little bit quicker and we might have time |
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To say "How do you do?" before we left behind |
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Calliope wail like a seaside zoo |
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The very last lately inquired about you |
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It's really very one or two |
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The first you wanted, the last I knew |
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I just wonder, if you shouldn't feel |
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Less concerned about the people unreal |
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The very first word is "How do you do?" |
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But last "Go home your mama's calling you" |
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Calling you, calling you, calling you, calling you |
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Go on home your mama's callin' you |
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Go on home your mama's callin' you |
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Go on home your mama's callin' you |
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Go on home your mama's callin' you |
