| My friend Ferdinand will, if he can
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| Cross that bridge to a little girl’s skirt
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| Hands on which he’s a terrible flirt
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| Says it’s good, tells me that I should
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| Copy him as much as I can
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| Ride into a dock with only one hand
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| «I know you gotta be kiddin' me
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| No man could ever do that and get away»
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| My, my, my, my, Ferdinand
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| Oh, you’re telling lies again, Ferdinand
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| Copin' lay one day
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| Said to me 'Boy, hey!
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| Did you hear what is coming from there?'
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| She was pointing at Ferdinand’s hand
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| In walks Ferdinand’s room
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| Made she cries and beating her chest
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| I know I got what it takes, but boy!
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| You really got the rest
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| «Oh, no, you gotta be kiddin' me!
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| No more, it’s just what I need to fade away»
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| My, my, my, my, Ferdinand
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| Oh, you’re still a one-man hand, Ferdinand |