| I’m going down to Rose Marie’s
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| She never does me wrong.
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| She puts it to me plain as day
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| And gives it to me for a song.
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| It’s a wicked life but what the hell
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| The stars ain’t falling down.
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| I’m standing outside the Taj Mahal
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| I don’t see no one around.
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| Goin' to Acapulco
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| Goin' on the run.
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| Goin' down to see fat gut
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| Goin' to have some fun.
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| Yeah
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| Goin' to have some fun.
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| Now, whenever I get up
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| And I ain’t got what I see
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| I just make it down to Rose Marie’s
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| 'Bout a quarter after three.
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| There are worse ways of getting there
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| And I ain’t complainin' none.
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| If the clouds don’t drop and the train don’t stop
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| I’m bound to meet the sun.
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| Goin' to Acapulco
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| Goin' on the run.
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| Goin' down to see some girl
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| Goin' to have some fun.
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| Yeah
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| Goin' to have some fun.
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| Now, if someone offers me a joke
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| I just say no thanks.
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| I try to tell it like it is
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| And keep away from pranks.
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| Well, sometime you know when the well breaks down
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| I just go pump on it some.
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| Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places
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| And just sit there waitin' for me to come.
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| Goin' to Acapulco
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| Goin' on the run.
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| Goin' down to see some girl
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| Goin' to have some fun.
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| Yeah
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| Goin' to have some fun. |