| Home grown alligator, see you later
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| Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road
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| Something changed in the atmosphere, architecture unfamiliar
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| I could get used to this
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| Time flies by in the yellow and green
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| Stick around and you’ll see what I mean
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| There’s a mountain top that I’m dreaming of
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| If you need me, you know where I’ll be
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| I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feeling like a someone
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| I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feeling like a someone
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| Well, South of the Equator, navigator
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| Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road
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| And deep sea diving round the clock
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| Bikini bottoms, lager tops
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| I could get used to this
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| Time flies by in the yellow and green
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| Stick around and you’ll see what I mean
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| There’s a mountain top that I’m dreaming of
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| If you need me, you know where I’ll be
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| I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feeling like a someone
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| I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feeling like a someone
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| We got two in the front, two in the back
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| Sailing along and we don’t look back
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| (Back, back, back-back-back, back-back-back)
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| Time flies by in the yellow and green
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| Stick around and you’ll see what I mean
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| There’s a mountain top that I’m dreaming of
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| If you need me, you know where I’ll be
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| I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feeling like a someone
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| I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feeling like a someone
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| I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feeling like a someone
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| I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
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| Feeling like a someone, a someone, a someone, a some… |