| You know I shake like static
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| On the late night T. V
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| My thinking’s in the attic
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| And it’s no use to me
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| When I’m going to the drugstore
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| Just to pick up a script
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| As soon as I go out
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| Forget what I’m about
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| Why?
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| Because…
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| All of the time
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| You’re on my mind
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| You look so fine
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| All the time
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| Your eyes are smiling
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| All the time
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| I’m going to the studio
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| To record me a song
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| I dream of Rudy Valentino
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| And he leads me along
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| And when I’m flying on a airplane
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| Up in the clouds
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| It levels off at 30 thousand
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| Babe, I’m floating around
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| Why?
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| Because…
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| All of the time
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| You’re on my mind
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| You look too fine
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| All the time
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| Your eyes are smiling
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| All the time
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| See Chiquita Banana
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| She say, «Where to manana?»
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| Radio station said be patient
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| But I can’t wait that long
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| Get this now:
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| All of the time
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| You’re on my mind
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| You look too fine
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| All the time
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| It’s been so long
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| But I don’t mind
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| All the time… |