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Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends ( x 4 ) |
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Like two sweet peas |
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In an even sweeter pod, yeah |
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That's my friend |
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And my friends's named Bob |
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Like the devil knows hell |
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I know Bobby well |
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Well enough to tell you |
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'bout his 67 smells |
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Well enough to tell you |
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He's a hell-a-swell-a fella |
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Well enough to tell you |
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That we know each other better |
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Than we know our selves |
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Like freaks of a feather |
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We rock together |
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I know Bobby well |
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But I think he knows me better |
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Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends ( x 4 ) |
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He's as close to me |
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As a friend can be |
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I'll be standin' by my buddy |
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He'll be standin' by me |
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Just another half of |
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The two headed freak |
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But I need him like |
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My heart needs to beat |
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At this point |
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In this friendly verse |
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I've gotta sing a little something |
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That I haven't rehearsed |
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It's about my man |
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And his name is Hillel |
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For whom my love |
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is soul-brother sacred |
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Take it huckleberry |
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Slim boy take it |
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Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends ( x 2 ) |
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Jacky's eyes are closed |
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But he's right on course |
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Because he's guided by |
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The invisible force |
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He drives a kooky green chrysler |
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Bad as anybody's porsche |
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He's a working class drummer |
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He's as strong as a horse |
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Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends ( x 4 ) |
