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I ride around in a Cadillac |
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Three fancy ladies dancin' in the back |
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A million dollars in the trunk for fun |
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And a Bengal tiger ridin' shotgun |
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I'm the who do man, the who do man |
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I got the fire, the fryin' pan |
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Hot dog I'm the who do man |
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Now I was born my momma's child |
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The angles sang and the good Lord smiled |
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I tipped the doctor, the doctor says |
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Who in the hell does he think he is |
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I got the skinny, I got the goods |
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I got the antenna on the neighborhood |
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I know your baby, I know her cuz |
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I know who doesn't and I know who does |
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If you want the good on so-and-so |
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Don't go askin' just any old Joe |
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Jack or Jimmy or Boudreaux |
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Don't waste your money 'cause they don't know |
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The prosecutor told the deputy |
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Have the police put a tail on me |
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How I lost 'em, they never knew |
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'Cause they ain't dealin' with just any who |
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So when you're sittin' on your porch at night |
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You spy a shadow in the long moonlight |
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You hear a rumble, a tiger growl |
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Ask for who, don't ask me how |
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I'm the who do man, the who do man |
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I got the answer, a perfect plan |
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No use in tryin' to understand |
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Got the fire, the fryin' pan |
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Hot dog I'm the who do man |
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The who do man |
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The who do man, oh |
