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Oh, he's got a fine brown frame |
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I wonder what could be his name |
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He looks good to me and all I can see |
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Is his fine brown frame |
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How long have you been around |
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Mister, when did you hit this big town |
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I wanna scream 'cause I've never seen |
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Such a fine brown frame |
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All that I have is a broken down chair |
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But I would gladly make him king on my throne |
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Don't be a square, why don't you come over here |
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Together we would really be gone |
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Woh, ooh, he's got a fine brown frame |
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I wonder what could be his name |
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He is solid with me and all I can see |
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Is his fine brown frame |
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Be be be be beep |
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He's got such a fine brown frame |
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I wonder what could be his name |
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He looks good to me and all I can see |
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Is his fine brown frame |
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How long have you been around |
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Mister when did you hit this big town |
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I wanna scream, aah, 'cause I've never seen |
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Such a fine brown frame |
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All that I have is a broken down chair |
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But I would gladly make him king on my throne |
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Don't be a square, why don't you come over here |
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Together we would really be gone |
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Ooh, he's such a fine brown frame |
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Honey, won't you tell me your name |
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He is solid with me and all I can see |
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Is his fine brown frame |
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Now Robert Taylor, Robert Young, Ameche and Gable |
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Are all as fine as mountain sable |
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You may not be classed with the elite |
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And you may not be hip to that jive-like foot, an' all greet |
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Oh, woh woh woh, baby, you, you look |
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Like Hercules done up in bronze |
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And I know I'm a clown whenever you're around |
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Because I'm crazy 'bout, mad about, wild about |
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Your fine brown frame |
