| I think I’m gonna have to move, people
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| I gotta move out of my neighborhood
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| Hey, I said I’m gonna have to move
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| I gotta get out of my neighborhood
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| Because you see
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| The women they tell lies on me
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| And the men they just don’t mean me
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| No doggone good
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| Every time my telephone rings
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| Some lady trying to play
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| Some old funny game on me
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| Every time my telephone rings
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| Some lady trying to play
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| Some old funny game on me
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| And every time my front doorbell rings
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| Some angry six foot man
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| With a knife in his hand
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| They say I’m in love with a woman
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| That works down at the Chicken Shack
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| They say Deacon Jones' wife
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| Gave me a brand new Cadillac
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| That’s why I gotta move
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| I gotta get out of my neighborhood
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| I tell you the people
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| They tell lies on me
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| Hey, they just don’t mean me
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| No doggone good
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| My landlady came by my apartment
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| She came by just to make up my bed
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| But it took her all night long
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| Can you imagine what the neighbors said
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| That’s why I gotta move
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| Hey, I gotta get out
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| Of my neighborhood
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| I tell you the people
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| They tell lies on me
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| Hey, they just don’t mean me
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| No doggone good
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| Hey, I gotta move
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| Hey, I gotta move
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| I gotta move
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| I gotta move
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| Hey, the people, the people
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| Don’t like me here, people
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| Oh you know they just don’t mean me
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| No doggone good
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| Nobody loves me but my mother
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| Sometimes I think
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| She could be jiving, too
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| Hey, nobody
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| Nobody loves me but my mother
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| And she could be jiving, too
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| Now I think you know
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| Why I act funny, baby
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| Oh when you do the things you do |