| When Big Joan comes out, her arms are too small
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| Her head’s like a ball
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| She tied off her horse and galloped off into the moonbeams
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| She pulled up her blouse and compared her navel to the moon
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| I dig my life for a while
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| When Big Joan sets up, her hands are too small
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| She’s too fat to go out in the daylight
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| So she rolls around all night
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| I’m just sorta thread with a drooped body
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| I’ll set up with you, Big Joan
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| I’m too fat to go out in the daylight, I’ll stay up all night
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| I won’t droop if you won’t talk about your hands being too small
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| You know something’s happening or you wouldn’t have come out like you did
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| She ain’t built for going naked so she can’t wear any new clothes
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| Or go to the beach, they laugh at her body
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| 'Cause her hands are too small
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| When Big Joan sets up, her hands are too small
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| She’s out of reach
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| A turquoise scarf and a silver robe rolled up over a Merc Montclair
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| I’ll sit up with you Big Joan
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| I’m too fat to go out in the daytime
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| I’ll stay up all night
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| If you promise not to talk about your hands being too small
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| Hoy hoy
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| Is she a boy? |