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Fifty-five Ford died right on the road |
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Drove for the curb, raised up the hood |
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Couldn't see nothing wrong, line o' cars long |
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Traffic bogged down, tryin' to drive around |
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Officer Lamar, walkin' toward the car: |
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"Move it!", "Come along move it", |
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"You cannot stop it here, now move it", "Move it" |
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"Get out of there, move it" |
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Three and two the count, bases loaded down |
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Slugger at the plate, known to hit 'em straight |
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Tension from the fans, shoutin' in the stands |
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Signal from the catch, pitcher's in the stretch |
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Bat 'n' ball crack, pitcher's backin' back: |
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"Move it!", "Move it!", "Get along, move it!" |
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"The ball is droppin' past, now" "Move it!" |
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"Let the ball, now, let's go home, now, move it!" |
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She drives a Mustang, she lets her hair hang |
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She dresses like a fish, makes you look and wish |
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Puts you in a trance, body built to dance |
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Disco queen, twistin' in between |
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Play a super song, watch her get it on |
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Pretty, wow! |
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"Get hip, move it!" "Move it" |
