| I’m going down to Rose Marie’s
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| She never does me wrong
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| She puts it to me plain as day
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| And gives it to me for a song
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| Well it’s a wicked life but what the hell?
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| Everybody’s got to eat
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| And I’m just the same as everybody else
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| When it comes to scratching for my meat
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| (Goin' to Acapulco)
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| Goin' on the run
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| (Goin' down to see some girl)
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| Goin' to have some fun
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| Yeah
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| Goin' to have some fun
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| Oh, now, whenever I get up
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| And can’t find what I need
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| I just make it down to Rose Marie’s
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| And get something quick to eat
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| And it’s not a bad way to make a livin'
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| And I ain’t complainin' none
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| For I can plow my plum (?) and drink my rum
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| And then go on home and have my fun
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| (Goin' to Acapulco)
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| Goin' on the run
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| (Goin' down to see some girl)
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| Goin' to have me some fun
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| Yeah
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| Goin' to have some fun
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| Now, when someone offers me a joke
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| I just say no thanks
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| I try to tell it like it is
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| And keep myself away from pranks
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| Like, every time you know when the well breaks down
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| I just go pump on it some
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| And Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places
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| And just set there waitin' for me to come
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| (Goin' to Acapulco)
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| Goin' on the run
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| (Goin' down to see some girl)
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| Goin' to have some fun
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| Yeah
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| Goin' to have some fun |