| Mama was a rock and roll singer yeah
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| Papa used to write all her songs
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| Well you could hear their music playing
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| On the jukebox all day long
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| They were bringing down together
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| Yes, yes in a jukebox jubilee
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| Till one day, one day my daddy sang alone
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| He sang his song just for me
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| Good God
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| You think you’re just a fox
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| And that’s all you got to be
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| Oh well you might be a fox
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| But that ain’t enough for me
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| You’re rocking everybody in town
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| But you jacking me around
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| Foxy lady shinning on
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| I hope you miss me when I’m gone
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| But foxy lady gone is where I’m gonna be
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| You’re super fine
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| And you blow people’s mind I know
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| But will you pardon me please
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| If I don’t stick around for your show
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| You got everybody chasing your tail
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| They even let you put them in jail
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| Ah damn you girl
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| You went and messed up
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| The world with hands
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| And what I’m trying to say
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| In my own sweet way is I’m mad
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| You got everybody singing your tune
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| But you’re flying on a crazy balloon |