| I was a city child with a dead-end smile
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| And a worm’s-eye point of view
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| Oh I knew my way, I was a back-street stray
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| And I had my eyes on you
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| Now I got this friend and he’s a screwdriver-jiver
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| You know, some kinda automobeat on the street
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| And he has converted me to rock’n’roll
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| I just wanna dance to Honaloochie boogie yeah
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| Get in time, don’t worry 'bout the shirt shine
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| Honaloochie boogie yeah
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| You sure started somethin'
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| Now my hair gets longer as the beat gets stronger
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| Wanna tell Chuck Berry my news
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| I get my kicks outta guitar licks
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| And I’ve sold my steel-toed shoes
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| Now I got this friend and he’s a spider west-sider
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| You know, he’s hung up on a protection rejection thing
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| But I have made him see the light
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| He just wanna dance to Honaloochie boogie yeah
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| Get in time, don’t worry 'bout the shirt shine
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| Honaloochie boogie yeah
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| You sure started somethin'
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| Honaloochie boogie yeah
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| Get in time, don’t worry 'bout the shirt shine
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| Honaloochie boogie yeah
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| You sure started somethin' |