| I’m taking you back to live in a bunk
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| We’ll be along, all day in the sack
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| Red, greens and browns, blues and dark grays
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| Sweet salty taste, one thousand towns
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| Abbabubba
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| Abbabubba
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| I can’t believe we’re in New York for a fair
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| All because of a new dress
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| Flowers came with sheer delight, love that died
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| And we both laughed, while we both drank
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| Abbabubba
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| I’m your abbabubba
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| We were in a Texas town, youth from down
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| Then we ate, it was so great
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| In a place we don’t belong, for a song
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| Just to be, you and me here
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| Abbabubba
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| I’m your abbabubba
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| I remember we were in Marseilles for a day
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| It was hell, it was not good
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| Then on the side of the road, heavy load
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| In your blood with a chained one
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| Abbabubba
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| I’m your abbabubba
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| Go on
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| Yellow and black, orange and white
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| One thousand nights, never to lack
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| I’m taking you back to live in a bunk
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| We’ll be along, all day in the sack |