| Friday night down on Houston,
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| In a spot called Bamboo Jack’s,
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| Everyone was doin' the mambo
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| And drinkin' Golden Cadillacs.
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| Sally was there with her Daddy.
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| But Daddy was in a funk
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| 'Cause Sally met up with and took a shine
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| To a hunk from East Podunk.
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| And Daddy cried, «Hey, Whatcha doin' watcha doin'?
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| What’s he got I don’t got?
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| All I see’s
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| American cheese.
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| He’ll melt when you get hot.»
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| And Sally said:
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| «I see what I wanna see.
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| I know what I wanna know.
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| I don’t need you
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| To tell me what’s true
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| If you don’t like it, Daddy,
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| You can blow, blow, blow, blow, blow!»
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| Saturday night at the same place.
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| They roll up the bamboo rug.
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| Everyone was doin' the limbo,
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| Except Sally and her Podunk Plug.
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| Seems he took a shine to some chicken
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| Shakin' her tom-tom-tom.
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| Sally saw that and---guacamole---
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| She exploded like the hydrogen bomb.
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| She cried, «Hey, hey watcha doin' watcha doin'?
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| What’s she got that I lack?
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| That chicken is thin
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| And meaner than sin
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| And uglier than Bamboo Jack!»
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| The Husband/The Band: (sung)
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| And he said!
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| The Wife: (sung)
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| «I see what I wanna see
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| I know what I wanna know.
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| I don’t need you
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| To tell me what’s true
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| If you don’t like it, baby,
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| You can blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow!
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| I see what I wanna see
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| I know what I wanna know
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| I don’t need you
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| To tell me what’s true —
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| If you don’t like it baby baby baby baby ba-ba-baby you can blow!"
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| Saturday night at the same place
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| And they roll out the bamboo rugs
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| Everyone was doing the limbo,
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| But I sat and pulled the plug
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| Susie took a shine to some chicken
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| Shakin' her tum-tum-tum
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| Sally saw that and walked away
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| And she exploded like a hotdog in a bun
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| But she cried hey what’cha doin' what’cha doin'?
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| What’s she got that I lack?
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| The chicken is bland and I need it instead
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| As ugly as a bamboo jacks!
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| And he said I see what I wanna see,
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| I know what I wanna know, I don’t you telling me whats true
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| If you don’t like then you can blow-blow-blow-blow |