| I’ll look at a graveyard while I’m in the shower and I,
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| I’ll sing my songs
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| But not in the morning, when the water is boiling,
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| Late, late at night, and I’ll think to myself,
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| Whatever happened to the Brooklyn Dodgers?
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| Whatever happened to me?
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| Whatever happened to all the New York gentlemen?
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| And I say son, you’re looking at one.
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| Then there’s my dad, he jokes about the times
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| That he’s had back when he was a hippie,
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| And how the relatives changed their names
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| Just to seem more American.
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| Whatever happened to the Brooklyn Dodgers?
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| Whatever happened to me?
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| Whatever happened to all the New York gentlemen?
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| My dad he said son, you’re looking at one
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| Hey hey hey hey hey hey you put it away
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| Hey hey hey we’ll start today
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| Whatever happened to the Brooklyn Dodgers?
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| Whatever happened to me?
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| Whatever happened to all the New York gentlemen?
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| Do they just go to LA?
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| Whatever happened to all the New York gentlemen?
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| And I say son, you’re looking at one, you’re looking at one. |