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Hey Joe |
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What do you mean Joe? My name's Roy |
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Well, come here Roy and get groovy |
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You been uptown? |
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No I ain't been uptown but I've been around |
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You mean to say you ain't been uptown? |
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No, I ain't been uptown, what's uptown? |
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If it's pleasure you're about |
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And you feel like stepping out |
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All you've got to shout is |
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Let me off uptown |
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If it's rhythm that you feel |
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Then it's nothing to conceal |
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Oh, you've got to spiel it |
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Let me off uptown |
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Rib joints, juke joints, hep joints |
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Where could a fella go to top it? |
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If you want to pitch a ball |
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And you can't afford a hall |
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All you've got to call is |
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Let me off uptown |
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Anita, oh Anita, say I feel something |
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What you feel Roy, the heat? |
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No, it must be that uptown rhythm I feel like blowing |
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Well blow Roy, blow |
