| Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya. |
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| Have gun—will travel, reads the card of a man
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| A soldier of fortune in a savage land
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| Mark (Narrator): As we join Paladin and his good friend Hey Boy in a plush San
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| Francisco hotel, we find Hey Boy stimulated and running down the stairs to
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| greed his compatriot in lust and perversion
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| Jeff (Hey Boy): Hey, Paladin, you’ve been drinking for two weeks.
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| What you want, pineapple chicken, almond duck, portable Sony tape recorder,
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| barbecue pork, sesame seed pork,, whay you want?
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| Dr. John: Hey, I want some baby to hone my tool and squeeze it, brother
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| Howard (Paladin): No, Hey Boy! |
| You creepy little
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| Jeff (Hey Boy): What? |
| You call Hey Boy homosexual?
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| Howard (Paladin): Just reserver a room in this plush San Francisco hotel for me
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| and my. |
| .. sister
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| Jeff (Hey Boy): Have Paladin commit incest?
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| Howard (Paladin): You know it, you little turd. |
| And if anybody asks,
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| if anybody asks where I am, tell them this. |
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| Jeff (Hey Boy): Oh, Paladin, you gesture hypnotically. |
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| Mark (Narrator): And Paladin does gesture hypnotically as he reaches into his
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| pockets to bring forth a card of lust, danger, romance, and adventure!
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| Hant tant, hant tant
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| Hant tant, hant tant
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| Hant tant tant
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| Hant tant tant
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| Peeeeeeee |