| I dreamed I had a fever
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| I was pushin' one-oh-three
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| My mom’s all upset — cryin' by my bedside
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| Everybody’s prayin' for me
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| I hear a scratchin' at the window
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| I somehow twist myself around
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| I realize I’m eyes to eyes
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| With the fella in the Brite Nitegown
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| Brite Nitegown
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| Brite Nitegown
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| You can’t fight with the fella
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| In the Brite Nitegown
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| The eagle flies on Friday
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| My baby wants to bash
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| I hit the ATM — and march down the street
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| With a roll of party cash
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| Right then a couple lit-up brothers
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| They gently put me on the ground
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| They do the steal and leave me to deal
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| With the fella in the Brite Nitegown
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| Brite Nitegown
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| Brite Nitegown
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| You can’t fight with the fella
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| In the Brite Nitegown
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| Ten milligrams of Chronax
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| Will whip you back through time
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| Past Hebrew kings — and furry things
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| To the birth of humankind
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| I shared in all of nature’s secrets
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| But when I finally came around
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| I’m sittin' on the rug gettin' a victory hug
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| From the fella in the brite Brite Nitegown
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| Brite Nitegown
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| Brite Nitegown
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| You can’t fight with the fella
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| In the Brite Nitegown |