| I, I can’t see you, but I know that you’re out there…
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| It’s that little voice…
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| That same little voice at all of the concerts
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| Of the guy in the back of the room
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| Okay??? |
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| !? |
| !? |
| !? |
| !? |
| !? |
| !?
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| A couple a years ago
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| There was a guy that used to come
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| To all the concerts on the east coast
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| I swore I heard him every night for a month
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| That he was somewhere in the audience
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| Anyway, it’s this little voice, and he would say:
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| «freak me out frank!
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| Freak me out!
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| Freak me out frank!»
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| Okay, here we go!
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| Arf arf!? |
| !? |
| !? |
| !?
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| Arf!
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| Ruthie-ruthie
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| Where did you go?
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| Oh, ruthie-ruthie
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| Where did you go?
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| Last night, I tried to … her
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| This burned pennsylvania all … your story
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| Right after ruth got through barfin'
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| She pushed the tray out the door
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| She rocks me compassionate
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| Ruthie-ruthie
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| Where did you go?
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| What could you do now
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| What could you do?
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| Ruthie-ruthie
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| Oh yeah
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| What did you do?
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| Ruthie had on a thin night gown
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| She wouldn’t fill it everywhere
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| No no no no
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| She pushed the tray out the door
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| Some guy tried to come in
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| She kicked him in the nose
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| She said: «oh oh oh oh!»
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| Ruthie-ruthie
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| What did you do?
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| (now, what did you do?
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| What did you do?
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| What did you do?)
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| Ruthie-ruthie
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| (ruthie-ruthie
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| That was the best thing anybody could do)
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| What did you do now?
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| Well, we have another song for you
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| That goes far beyond louie-louie
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| Ruthie-ruthie, or even brian-brian
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| This song is so advanced
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| It takes us all the way from nineteen fifty-five
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| Directly to approximately nineteen fifty-seven
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| Which is when it should have been written
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| But actually it was written about nineteen seventy
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| This is a song
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| We like to dedicate this song to marty, our road manager
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| Who has a fondness for the k-nine species
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| And the orifice attendant thereto |