| I hear the church bells ring
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| Willie Mays is up at bat
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| I hear the crowd go wild
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| All he did was touch his hat
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| Meanwhile, Carol Doda stood up and said
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| I won’t be ignored
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| She showed them everything she had
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| Then she showed them all a little more
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| Jim Jones in his temple
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| On Geary street right next to young Bill Graham
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| Jim he walked right up to Bill
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| Clicked his heels, said You know who I am
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| Meanwhile Bugs and Daffy Duck were
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| Hitching up the coast to Pismo Beach
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| While over in the Tonkin Gulf
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| The Navy took a hit or so it seemed
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| It’s three on, two out, under the lights
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| Nobody knows who’ll make it home tonight
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| Laffing Sal said Please don’t go
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| Don’t leave me here alone to make a stand
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| She looked so faded in the twilight down there
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| Where the breakers meet the sand
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| Someone said to Laffing Sal
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| Hey Laffing Sal, just what you laughing at?
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| She said I’m only laughing at myself
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| Keep it down Willie’s up at bat
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| It’s three on, two out, under the lights
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| Nobody knows who’ll make it home tonight
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| Well that was all so long ago
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| There’s always something else to be against
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| And the only thing we know for sure
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| Is Willie always did swing for the fence
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| It’s three on, two out, under the lights
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| Nobody knows who’ll make it home tonight
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| Yes, it’s three on, two out, under the lights
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| Nobody knows who’ll make it home tonight
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| Nobody knows who’ll make it home tonight |