| I’m thinking about a long time ago
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| I got my big thrill just watching the show
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| Saturday morning me and big Lou
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| Would catch the matinee and watch Lash LaRue
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| Uh whoop up on them bad folks like you
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| But old Lash he faded just like on the screen
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| The best damn cowboy my money had ever seen
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| He never kissed ladies or played them guitars
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| But when he cracked his whip he sent my head to the stars
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| And whooped up on them bad folks like you
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| Lash LaRue he gonna' pop all them fools in time
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| Lash LaRue he gonna' pop all them fools in time
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| I made me a whip, a cape and a hat
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| The Yankees were winning but I didn’t have a bat
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| The faucets were leaking, the streets were blood red
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| But Lash LaRue was in my room and tucked me in bed
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| And whooped up on all them bad folks like you
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| (Repeat Chorus — Synth Solo))
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| Well, twenty years later things ain’t so kind
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| Wherever he go, just two steps behind
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| Some of us remember that some of us cried
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| When Lash LaRue would lash some ass and take him some hide
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| And whoop up on them bad folks like you
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| And Lash LaRue, like you, Lash LaRue, like you, Lash LaRue, like you |