| Oh yeah
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| It’s been ten years, half my life
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| Just getting ready but then it was time
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| Warpage in the figures, radios appear
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| Midnight was the barrier, back in 1963
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| Each night, the covers were unfolded
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| Each night, It’s Susy’s turn to ride
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| While Charles, the one they call her brother
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| Covers on his eyes, murmurs in the background
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| It will be time…
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| Oh yeah
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| Susan and her brother, Charles the grinning boy
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| Put me in the backseat, and they took me for a ride
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| Yeah, the radio was on, can’t you dig the locomotion
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| Kingdoms of the radio, 45 RPM
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| Too much revolution then…
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| Each night,
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| Each night, It’s Susy’s turn to ride
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| While Charles, the one they call her brother
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| Covers on his eyes, murmurs in the background
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| It will be time…
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| It’s past midnight said Charles the grinning boy
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| And looking at me greedily, said it’s 1964
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| In times square now, the people do the polka
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| Dominance… Submission…radios appear
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| New Year’s eve, it was the final barrier
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| Dominance… Submission…radios appear
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| We took you up and put you in the back seat
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| Dominance… Submission…radios appear
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| Form year to year we looked out for the venture
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| Dominance… Submission…radios appear
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| Dominance… Submission (repeat ad nauseam) |