| Your Mamma’s yappin' in the back seat
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| Tell her to push over and move them big feet
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| Every Monday morning I gotta drive her down to the unemployment agency
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| Well this morning I ain’t fighting tell her I give up
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| Tell her she wins if she’ll just shut up
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| But it’s the last time that she’s gonna be ridin' with me
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| CHORUS
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| You can tell her there’s a hot sun beatin' on the black top
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| She keeps talkin' she’ll be walkin' that last block
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| She can take a subway back to the ghetto tonight
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| Well I got some beer and the highway’s free
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| And I got you, and baby you’ve got me.
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| Hey, hey, hey what you say Sherry Darlin'
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| Now there’s girls melting on the beach
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| And they’re so fine but so far out of reach
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| Cause I’m stuck in traffic down here on 53rd street
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| Now Sherry my love for you is real
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| But I didn’t count on this package deal
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| And baby this car just aint big enough for her and me
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| CHORUS
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| So you can tell her there’s a hot sun beatin' on the black top
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| She keeps talkin' she’ll be walkin' that last block
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| She can take a subway back to the ghetto tonight
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| Well I got some beer and the highway’s free
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| And I got you, and baby you’ve got me.
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| Hey, hey, hey what you say Sherry Darlin'
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| Well let there be sunlight, let there be rain
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| Let the brokenhearted love again
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| Sherry we can run with our arms open before the tide
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| To all the girls down at Sacred Heart
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| And all you operators back in the Park
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| Say hey, hey, hey what you say Sherry Darlin' |