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I'm going down to Rose Marie's |
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She never does me wrong. |
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She puts it to me plain as day |
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And gives it to me for a song. |
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Well it's a wicked life but what the hell? |
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Everybody's got to eat. |
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And I'm just the same as everybody else |
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When it comes to scratching for my meat. |
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(Goin' to Acapulco) |
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Goin' on the run. |
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(Goin' down to see some girl) |
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Goin' to have some fun. |
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Yeah |
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Goin' to have some fun. |
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Oh, now, whenever I get up |
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And can't find what I need |
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I just make it down to Rose Marie's |
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And get something quick to eat. |
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And it's not a bad way to make a livin' |
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And I ain't complainin' none. |
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For I can plow my plum (?) and drink my rum |
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And then go on home and have my fun. |
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(Goin' to Acapulco) |
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Goin' on the run. |
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(Goin' down to see some girl) |
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Goin' to have me some fun. |
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Yeah |
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Goin' to have some fun. |
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Now, when someone offers me a joke |
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I just say no thanks. |
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I try to tell it like it is |
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And keep myself away from pranks. |
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Like, every time you know when the well breaks down |
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I just go pump on it some. |
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And Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places |
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And just set there waitin' for me to come. |
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(Goin' to Acapulco) |
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Goin' on the run. |
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(Goin' down to see some girl) |
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Goin' to have some fun. |
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Yeah |
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Goin' to have some fun. |
