| He materialized at the edge of my street
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| In a big beater collar
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| Never missed a beat
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| I can you can say that’s all where it began
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| He seduced me on my way home from marching band
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| It was 1991
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| It was the summer of the purple man
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| God only knows we didn’t know we did
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| You bet we played that card because we were just kids
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| Re-educated while working on our tans
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| He controlled us with a touch of his purple hand
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| We we’re falling one by one
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| It was the summer of the purple man
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| Suddenly the universe was out of whack
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| And once you go there
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| You can’t come back
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| And daddy look at you he’s gonna have a heart attack
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| «Commence conscription,» he said
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| «When I get my hands on that mother fucker
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| Gonna put his purple ass in the ground
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| And weight the fucker
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| I’ll tear him limb from limb on a torture rack,»
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| The afternoons were spent in nap
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| The nights were sitting on his lap
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| Feeding him purple beans out of a can
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| Everything went according to his plan
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| It was the last time I had fun
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| Yeah, it was the summer of the purple man
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| Spilling our seeds into the serpent’s garden
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| Our young love muscles began to harden
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| That’s when mother copped and begged our pardon
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| Cleared her throat and she said
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| «You're such a good little boy
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| And you always want to please us
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| Surely we can fix this with a little more Jesus
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| And pray and pray that purple gay away,»
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| Hey Nancy boys this ones for you
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| And the big pink bow from the gum you chew
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| It’s such a hoot watching what you turned into
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| As the days fly pass
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| We’ll stand aghast
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| Trapping you in a social impasse
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| Run out the door just as fast as you can
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| And try to go back to the summer of the purple man |