| Well, I hope I die in a slick black limousine
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| Oh, come along momma gonna take a look at me
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| Gonna fly though the city, gonna fly to the sea
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| Gonna fly my, my, my, my, my
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| I get sick instantly
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| Well, I get first prize
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| I remember it quite clear
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| Gonna fly though the city, gonna fly to the sea
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| Gonna fly yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yow
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| I hope I die in a slick black limousine
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| Yeah, come along momma gonna take a, take a look at me
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| We’re gonna fly to the ocean
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| Gonna fly to the sea
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| We’re gonna fly yay, yay yeah
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| Ninety miles an hour
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| Swervin' all over the road
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| Hundred miles an hour
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| My hand’s on the radio
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| Baby’s in the back seat
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| Bompin' all over the road
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| No one, no one touch my limousine
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| Yeah, the Lord, my limousine
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| Yeah, the Lord, my limousine
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| Yeah, the Lord, my limousine
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| Now stuck up livin' with a Model T
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| My machine, my machine |