| Bobby was a kid from 'round the town
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| Kicks pumped up and head held down
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| Underwater more than he was up
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| He dreamed submarines and bottle green
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| Imaginary flight machines
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| But in blue jean flairs he’d bubble like a 7-up
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| Everybody wants to know you when you’re the only one to know
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| Shoot it 'til you feel alive and play one more show
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| Look into the buzz and shake it 'til it turns around
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| You can’t stop feeling
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| The boss-man suits and the elevator boots astound
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| And you can’t help healing
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| And they want you and you want to
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| With your lips on fire and your head unscrewed
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| But it’s time to whip another chain and hit one more town
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| Bobby doesn’t know her name
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| He holds on tightly just the same
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| Sometimes one more night is all you need
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| I met Alice near the Alamo one summer in San Antonio
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| I remember her, I don’t remember me
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| Everybody wants to know you when you’re the only one to know
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| And man anything to feel alive and play one more show
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| Look into the buzz and shake it 'til it turns around
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| You can’t stop feeling
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| The boss-man suits and the elevator boots astound
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| And you can’t help healing
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| And they want you and you want to
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| With the hips on fire and your head unglued
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| 'Til it’s time to whip another chain and hit one more town
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| Alice knows the secret
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| And she could tell you now
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| If you want to
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| Because they want you
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| Do you want to
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| Sneak and sparkle pen glide
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| And it’s hard to feel
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| And I can’t get high
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| And I don’t always understand how to survive
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| Man kids get sick of being bottled up
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| And it drags you down 'til you throw it up
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| Gotta get outta the house take a ride on the radio dial
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| And everybody wants to know you when you’re the only one to know
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| Yeah everything that feels alive is in one more show
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| Look into the buzz and shake it 'til it turns around
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| You can’t stop feeling
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| The boss-man suits and the elevator boots astound
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| And you can’t help healing
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| And they want you and you want to
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| If the kid’s so clean with his soul shampooed
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| And it’s time to whip another chain and hit one more town
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| Oh yeah it’s time to whip another chain and hit one more town
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| Hey man it’s time to whip another chain and hit one more town |