| There i was just walking along my head was in the clouds
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| Lost in thinking Cliperty Clop, my heals tapped on the ground hummin
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| Ooohhh do… Where was i ahh
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| There is was just walking along, gathered my thoughts and things
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| Some seems to get in my way, the games will now begin
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| Get out my way, fellas, don’t you touch my hand, make way for a mighty man
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| So it seems whereever you go, out into the crowed
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| Eyes will wonder up and below as if i should feel proud
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| Grace me with your presents my lord, your coat tophat and crown
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| Puffed up like a peacock you are i hear the same old sound
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| Get out my way, fellas
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| Get out my way, fellas
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| Get out my way, fellas
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| Don’t you touch my hand, make way for a mighty man
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| I’m real up of all of you
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| No & yes
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| Will you won’t you
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| Silly silly
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| I just don’t care
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| So boys don’t take to heat, this is just a song
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| But do remember from the start some times we’ll play along
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| No chat expensive cars, just a friendly tounge
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| Sweet talk real piece of you that is what we want |