| I don’t care where I’m going
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| Just as long as I’m with you
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| Put it there, pal. |
| Put it there
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| I’ll be just like your horses
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| And I’ll stick to you like glue
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| Put it there, pal. |
| Put it there
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| I’m glad you’re fooling Pepsodent (oh, that happy snow)
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| Stealing all that cash
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| I hear your show on Thursdays (nice, huh?)
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| What a lot of eggs you smash
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| Well at least I don’t depend upon
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| Cologne’s big moustache (oh, he gave me the brush)
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| You’re faithful and you’re fair
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| Put it there (skin me Dad, skin me)
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| You’ve got that something in your voice
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| So right for selling cheese (hustle a lot of the stuff)
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| Put it there, pal. |
| Put it there (put that back in the bowl)
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| You know, I think your jokes are great (really?)
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| It’s just that folks are hard to please (they're just snobs, that all)
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| Put it there, pal. |
| Put it there
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| Your face could make a fortune
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| Just your nose should make a lot (how do you siphon?)
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| I like the way you wear those gaudy-colored shirts you’ve got, boy
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| The only time a rainbow ever covered up a pot
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| You’re such a perfect square (oh-oh, is that on the paper?)
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| (Where? Where?)
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| Shall we dance
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| Sorry, I have my heavy underwear on
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| Oh, just to once around, to the adrenalin, huh
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| Well, OK, if I lead
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| My colleague, my crony, my cohort, my friend
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| Companions, confederates, chums to the end
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| Like meat and potatoes, or salt and tomatoes
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| Boy, what a blend
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| Don’t put it in the paper (don't worry about me)
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| Don’t put it on the air (I'll finish it)
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| Don’t put it in your pipe
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| Put it there
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| Confidentially, do you like this as well as singing
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| Leave your name with the girl when you go out
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| We may get to you for some crowd noises
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| Be sure and call me
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| All right |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prisoner’s Song, artist - Fats Domino. Album song Rock & Roll Classics Vol.6, in the genre Блюз