| Fresh and cool and juicy
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| They call her Watermelon Lucy
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| Breakfast, lunch and dinner in the summer
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| Watermelon juice, salad and pie
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| Watermelon seed she can spit them oh so high
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| Round and firm for Lucy
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| Nice and watermelon juicy
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| Thump 'um with her knuckles, see if they is ripe
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| Watermelon flesh deep and red
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| Watermelon rind she roll, roll in flour and fry
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| They call her Watermelon Lucy
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| ‘Cause her minds (gone/just) a little bit goofy
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| Oh now Watermelon juicy
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| Happy long-gone Lucy
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| Fresh and cool and juicy
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| They call her Watermelon Lucy
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| Grows 'um in her garden, guards um all night long
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| Watermelon hunger like no other
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| Watermelon seed fills her broken need
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| They call her Watermelon Lucy
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| ‘Cause her minds (gone/just) a little bit goofy
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| Oh now Watermelon juicy
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| Happy long-gone Lucy
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| 'Cause her husband died in Vietnam
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| And all her kids are grown and gone
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| Done lost all connection to God
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| And somebody called her a lazy slob
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| Oh oh oh Watermelon Lucy
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| Oh oh oh Watermelon Lucy
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| Happy watermelon juicy
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| Lonely long gone Lucy
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| Down by the river dancin’naked to the full moon
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| Watermelon spiked with Everclear
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| Watermelon drunk no one sees her tears
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| They call her Watermelon Lucy
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| ‘Cause her minds (gone/just) a little bit goofy
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| Oh now Watermelon juicy
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| Happy long-gone Lucy |