| Got huggin' little pants and a flashy do
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| Black boots and a champ belt too
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| Head man and he’s frolickin' with the fans
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| Wrong look he will jump in the air
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| Wrong word he will shit in your hair
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| Monroe better dig it while he does his dance
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| On his feet now
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| Into your eye
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| Wanna be on the street now
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| You wanna live or do you wanna die
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| Yeah — got a satellite crash comin down on the top of your head
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| Yeah — got a wild man on the move, et down
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| Yeah — what a sonic speed gonna rev it up into the red
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| Yeah — coz he’s got the groove
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| Scared stiff when he enters the ring
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| You hear the the bell go ding-a-ling-a-ling
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| Meatman with them porterhouse steaks for hands
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| With a flash you’ll get the kicks
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| Passed out on the count of six
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| Monroe better dig it while he does his dance
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| On his feet now
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| Into your eye
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| Wanna be on the street now
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| You wanna live or do you wanna die
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| Yeah — got a satellite crash comin down on the top of your head
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| Yeah — got a wild man on the move, et down
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| Yeah — what a sonic speed gonna rev it up into the red
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| Yeah — coz he’s got the groove
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| Yeah — got a satellite crash comin down on the top of your head
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| Yeah — got a wild man on the move, et down
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| Yeah — what a sonic speed gonna rev it up into the red
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| Yeah — coz he’s got the groove
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| You wanna live or do you wanna die
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| Yeah — got a satellite crash comin down on the top of your head
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| Yeah — got a wild man on the move, get down
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| Yeah — what a sonic speed gonna rev it up into the red
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| Yeah — he’s got heart — bravo — he’s got the groove |