| I woke up in a strange room
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| That I’d never seen before
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| Weird paintings on the wall
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| And mirrors on the ceiling
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| I bolted for the door.
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| Looking for my rent-a-car
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| Was the Cordoba blue or red
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| Tryin' to remember where I put the keys
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| Tryin' to remember what I said.
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| I pushed the fool button
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| My night went haywire
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| I pushed the fool button
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| Set my brain on fire.
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| Now I was sittin' in the corner of a very laid back bar
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| A little three piece band playin' on the stand
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| Not knowin' what lay in store
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| In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage
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| The crowd went berserk, the band said, «What a jerk.»
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| As he went into a blues rampage.
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| It was a fool palace
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| Double knit on parade
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| They pushed the fool button
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| As the skinny boy played and played
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| Push it, push it, push it.
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| I try to make a point of protecting the innocent
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| But none of them can be found
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| I can happen anytime
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| It can happen any place
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| It can happen in your own hometown/
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| And if you don’t believe my words
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| Or think my story’s true
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| Get a bottle of rum and an Eskatrol
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| And watch the same thing happen to you.
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| We’ll push the fool button
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| I’ll meet you in the bar
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| We’ll push the fool button
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| Where everyone’s a star. |