| The five o’clock Friday blows
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| I got to let it go
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| Put on my weekend clothes
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| Turn on the rock 'n' roll
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| Throw all our cares away
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| It’s a ragtop day
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| It’s a ragtop day
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| Classy little white and red
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| Turns everybody’s head
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| My baby meets me at the five and dime
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| She’s always right on time
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| We roll all our cares away
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| It’s a ragtop day
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| It’s a ragtop day
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| We’ll cruise across the county line
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| A little dance and dine
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| A drive in picture show
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| When the midnight’s comin' down we’re headin' back to town
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| She lets her lovin' show
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| Whoa oh oh oh whoa
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| Feels like we’re the only ones to see the mornin' sun
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| Sleepin' through the afternoon and risin' with the moon
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| Oh don’t the stars look bright
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| It’s a ragtop night
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| It’s a ragtop night
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| We’ll throw all our cares away
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| I live for that ragtop day
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| It’s a ragtop day
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| It’s a ragtop day
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| It’s a ragtop day
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| -- Spoken:
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| Ooh, come on over here baby get in this car
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| We gonna cruise on down to the GULF, and listen to some WESTERN music
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| Get ourselves a cool one at the Florabama, ya!
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| All right come on in here, yeah!
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| You can move over little closer
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| Ooh, be careful of that stick shift!
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| Ya, let’s rockit ragtime
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| Was that your husband that just passed us in that station wagon fulla kids?
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| Let’s get outta here, ow! |