| Who’s that under the bleachers?
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| That’s Louis
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| Let me tell you about Louis
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| Louis was a mover and he wasn’t no fool
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| But he had a little trouble with his high school drool
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| He was a low motivator, a fast calculator on the little girls
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| Ooh, out in the schoolyard buyin' anything
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| Checkin' out good what the new boys bring
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| You can’t see the clock and you never hear the ring but who cares?
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| Talk fine, feelin' cool
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| Lookin' so dragged by the whole damn thing
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| You wanna know the answer, I just play the fool
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| Gotta see a man about my high school drool
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| Ridin' out to county line the fingers in your hair
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| The good smoke, some bad wine, no one seems to care
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| You hear some joker come screamin' on the air
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| Just trying to sell it to you
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| He’s trying to sell it to you
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| Ninety miles an hour with your feet against the floor
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| You never saw the lights and you never heard the roar
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| You’d laugh if it hit 'cause it’s all such a bore anyway
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| Talk fine, feelin' cool
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| Lookin' so dragged by the whole damn thing
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| You wanna know the answer, I just play the fool
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| Gotta see a man about my high school drool
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| Talk fine, feelin' cool
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| Riding high sweet street machine
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| You wanna know the questions I just play the fool
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| Gotta see a man about my high school drool |