| He was only 16 and he knew he wasn’t like anyone else
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| Listening to his records in his room he knew
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| Something had to change somewhere or he would go insane
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| But when some years slipped by and he still felt the same
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| People and money came and went but the only thing that stayed the same
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| Were the feelings he felt when those records played
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| He drinks ‘til he falls down
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| Oi oi oi oi, his name is Lamar Vannoy!
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| He’s looking for something and
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| He’s gonna find it
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| Oi oi oi oi
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| And his name is Lamar Vannoy!
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| Me and Lamar in NYC on the avenue
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| Talking about nothing much
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| With a bag of brew the New York wind
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| Will blow and he will wear his engineer boots
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| Motorcycle jacket black jeans nowhere to go
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| Nothing to do
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| So much has gone
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| Wrong and so much is bad but sharing
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| This music with Lamar there is so
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| Much we have
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| He drink’s and think’s
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| About a girl who lies
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| Oi oi oi oi and his name is Lamar Vannoy
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| He’ll wake up and
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| Go to work with a swollen brain
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| Oi oi oi oi
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| And his name is Lamar Vannoy
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| He drinks ‘til he falls down
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| Oi oi oi oi, his name is Lamar Vannoy!
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| He’s looking for something and
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| He’s gonna find it
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| Oi oi oi oi
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| And his name is Lamar Vannoy! |