| A forty gallon hat
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| And some polka-dot shoes
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| Tomato pickin' onion juice
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| To drive away my blues
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| A bright red leather suit
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| A trip in a motorboat
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| And the strike I caused on the waterfront
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| When I fell outta my yellow coat
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| Hey now, stick with it
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| Aw baby don’t quit it
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| You know you’re bound to git it
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| Yes sir, made outta goat skin, foreskin
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| And layin' out in milk and gin
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| The people quit the scene
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| Like the devil was loose
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| The clouds turned green
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| And let down lemon juice
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| What walks on two feet
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| And looks like a goat?
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| That crazy Screamin' Jay
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| In a bright yellow coat
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| Hey now, stick with it
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| Baby, baby don’tcha quit it
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| Aw you’re bound to git it
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| Yes sir, made outta goat skin, foreskin
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| And layin' out in milk and gin
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| I took a plane out midwest
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| To see my Uncle Joe
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| We ran into some real bad weather
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| Ice, rain and snow
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| Fifty million bulldogs
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| Twenty mountain goats
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| All gathered 'round at sundown
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| To see my yellow coat
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| Hey now, stick with it
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| No, no, no, no don’tcha dare quit it
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| Hey, you’re bound to git it
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| Made outta goat skin, foreskin
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| And layin' out in milk and gin |