| Hey, you’ve got an unnerving face
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| And twitching eyes like Norman Bates
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| You got a cigarette, eye on a mirror
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| Farm boy brown gas station sweeper
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| You took that girl, you put the saddle on her
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| Just thirteen, she’s her daddy’s apple
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| And she don’t know you’re the kidnapper, uh-huh
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| Hey, your Daddy’s Whiskey Sam
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| He’s got bloodshot eyes like Ray Milland
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| Playing solitaire, your Mother fidgets
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| You want to be rich but you won’t dig ditches
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| She bitches like a brat, she got the money
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| People breaking their necks and she thinks it’s funny
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| Where’s your old man now? |
| Nobody’s home, uh-huh
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| Kidnapper
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| Hey, they call you Skinny Jim
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| And nobody knows the boat you’re in
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| They dipped your tail when you were back in school
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| Well, you’re a real strange cake but your nobody’s fool
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| So you took that girl and you put the saddle on her
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| Just thirteen, she’s fresh out of diapers
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| And she don’t know you’re the kidnapper, uh-huh
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| She don’t know you’re the kidnapper, uh-huh
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| I said «She don’t know you’re the kidnapper,» uh-huh |