| When I was just a kid way back in my hometown
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| There was a crazy little man who once came around
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| Syncopatin' Sandy was the stranger’s name
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| Playing marathon piano, that was Sandy’s game
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| He played all day, he played all night
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| After 48 hours he was still alright
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| We fed him whiskey from a paper cup
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| And we wondered how long he could keep it up
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| How long? |
| how long?
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| How long? |
| how long?
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| Well his eyes are rollin' and he can’t even speak
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| The spirit’s willing but the flesh is weak
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| How long? |
| how long?
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| How long? |
| how long?
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| People would come and the people would go
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| And the people all agreed it wasn’t much of a show
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| They all Sandy must be weak in the head
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| And if he didn’t stop soon he would drop down dead
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| He played all day, he played all night
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| After 96 hours he was still alright
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| We fed him whiskey from a paper cup
|
| And we wondered how long he could keep it up
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| How long? |
| how long?
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| How long? |
| how long?
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| Well his eyes are rollin' and he can’t even speak
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| The spirit’s willing but the flesh is weak
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| How long? |
| how long?
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| How long? |
| how long?
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| How long? |
| how long? |