| Marty loveed th sound of the stolen mandolin.
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| Somebody took it on a dare in the night-time.
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| Ran up to the radio, calling out to the wind.
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| Now, bring it, bring it back at least an hour before flight time.
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| It was a souvenir, but it was a right arm missing.
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| Swap a woodwork rhythm for a humbucking top line.
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| Big Riff, rough boy, wants to be a singer in a band.
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| A little slow in the brain box, but he had a quick right hand.
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| Run left, run right — everywhere he look —
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| Nobody watching, no, but that was all he took last night.
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| Running on the power of a stolen mandolin.
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| Steal a little inspiration. |
| Steal a little muscle.
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| Will he wake in the morning, wondering — was it really worth it?
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| So, make a little deal. |
| Yeah make a little hustle.
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| Ringing on the radio — got a proposition for those English boys.
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| I’ll make the sing-song — you can make the background noise.
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| One, two, three, four — one bar and in.
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| Give you back the mango, if you’ll let this singer sing tonight.
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| Marty loved the sound of the stolen mandolin.
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| Big Riff took it on a dare in the night-time.
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| Now it’s four o’clock, and we’re waiting at the sound-check.
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| Looking for a facee staring in from the sunshine. |