| My baby’s got a transistor radio
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| She takes it everywhere we go
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| She takes it when we go out a-walking
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| Even to a movie show
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| Well now, just last night, in the pale moonlight
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| I asked her for a kiss
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| But instead of hearing her whisper sweet words of love
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| All that I could hear was this
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| (Radio Pinky & Perky Style)
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| Last night I held a little hand
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| it made my poor heart sing
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| It was the sweetest hand I’d held
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| Four aces and a king
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| Ga-ba-ga-ba-hey-ho
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| I went round to the house where my baby lives
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| To ask her for a date
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| There I was, walking up the garden path
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| Round about half past eight
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| When I heard a sound, made my poor heart pound
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| It stopped me in my stride
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| I seemed to hear the voice of another guy
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| Coming from inside
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| (Radio Elvis Style)
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| I wonder if you? |
| re lonesome tonight — but don’t wanna call
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| Maybe that? |
| s ?cause you? |
| re eleven feet tall
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| And all the world? |
| s a stage, I have often heard that said
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| But I don? |
| t have a wooden heart
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| I have a wooden head
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| I? |
| d like to take her transistor radio
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| And throw it in the deep blue sea
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| I? |
| m so jealous of her transistor radio
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| ?Cause it takes her mind off me
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| I said, Oh baby, please be mine
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| I want you for my own
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| Tell me, is your love for somebody else?
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| Or is it for me alone?
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| (Radio Presenter Style)
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| It’s also for Ngia Gooki of British Honduras, Umbongo Appledory of New Guinea,
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| and Fred Glockenlocker of British Hartlepool
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| I swore to her that I would always be true
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| And love her all the while
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| And on that oh so happy day in may
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| I took her down the aisle
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| Now, do you take this man to be your loving husband?
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| The preacher softly said
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| But he never heard you say, I do
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| Cause this is what he heard instead
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| (Radio)
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| Gabba, gabba, yeah, yeah
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| Gabba, gabba, yeah, yeah
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| You told me you were just eighteen on the telephone
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| I thought that you meant eighteen years
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| But you meant eighteen stone
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| Big fat mama
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| We went to spend our honeymoon down on the Island of Capri
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| I found ourselves a very small hotel as quiet as could be
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| But when I got up to our room upon our wedding night
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| This is the sound that reached my ears
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| As I switched out the light
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| Darling?
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| Ere, where? |
| s the radio?
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| Music he wants |