| Cake walkers may come, cake walkers may go
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| But I wanna tell you 'bout a couple I know
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| High steppin' pair, Debonair
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| When it comes for bus’ness not a soul can compare
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| Here they come, look at 'em, demonstratin'
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| Goin' some, ain’t they syncopatin'?
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| Talk of the town, teasin' brown pickin' 'em up and layin' 'em down
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| Dancin' fools ain’t they demonstratin'?
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| They’re a class of their own
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| Now the only way to win is to cheat 'em
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| You may tie 'em but you’ll never beat 'em
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| Strut your stuff, they’re the cake walkin' babies from home
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| Strut your stuff, strut your stuff, cake walkin' babies from home
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| Here they come, look at 'em, syncopatin'
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| Goin' some, ain’t they demonstratin'?
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| Talk of the town, teasin' brown pickin' 'em up and layin' 'em down
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| Dancin' fools ain’t they syncopatin'?
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| They’re a class of their own
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| Now the only way to win is to cheat 'em
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| You may tie 'em but you’ll never beat 'em
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| Strut your stuff, they’re the cake walkin' babies from home
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| Strut your stuff, strut your stuff, cake walkin' babies from home |