| Went to a little get-together
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| With some old friends
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| Not much has changed
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| Since the last time I saw them
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| There’s a chicken in uniform
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| Wooden leg and a matchstick arm
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| Saying: «left my wing back on the farm
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| …Tried the buffet…»
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| Tiny took a turn on steel guitar
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| After he got a fresh feel for the bar
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| Lines drawn of jelly-fish caviar
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| …Saying: «wanna jamm???»
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| I don’t like throwing
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| Parties like that
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| But I love going
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| They said no guests
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| So I thought of you
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| Hey mama, it’s on A disconcerted youth with a gun
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| Wants to shoot-up some fun
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| Saying: «I'm failing science and math
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| But I’m head of the class in murder one»
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| Balance sheets unpresarioed ballets
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| And advertised for run-a-ways
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| That only dance on holidays
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| …When crutches cut in…
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| Willa was disenchanted
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| Tossed her garter and demanded
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| «Nothing can be recanted
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| …If it was nothing to begin with…»
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| A magician did card tricks
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| For a bunch of well-heeled hicks
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| And held up a red six
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| …One said: «that's a black seven…»
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| I don’t like throwing
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| Parties like that
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| But I love going
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| They said no guests
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| So I thought of you
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| Hey mama, it’s on A disconcerted youth with a gun
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| That semi-precious son
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| He needs to learn if you take a life
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| You ain’t got none
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| Cracked pelicans rode magnolias
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| Sent advice to rebel soldiers
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| That all ended with: «I told ya’s
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| …So then why do you ask…»
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| You can tell it’s getting late
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| When Cal calls himself Kate
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| And peons hire potentates
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| …Saying: «when you finish
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| Trim the hedges…»
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| I’m making a hurried get-a-way
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| Down Santa Monica, out of L.A.
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| If you like it so much stay
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| …There's a theme park in the mix…
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| I don’t like throwing
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| Parties like that
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| But I love going
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| They said no guests
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| So I thought of you
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| Hey mama, it’s on |